I never intended to tell you at all. You called me a bastard, and maybe it’s true in your eyes, but I’m an honest bastard. I dropped the glass to...the floor, and I lightly kissed her lips. Getting behind her, I kissed her neck and shoulders while I gently caressed her perfect firm and round breasts, rubbing her silky tresses on them. I felt her nipples harden at my touch. I commented on the fact of her arousal and watching her blush, with pleasure, I hoped. I lightly stroked her plump shaved. The breasts were tipped with wide pink circles around the nipples. They were beautiful, even for the fraction of a second I saw them. The nipples themselves were flattened into the breast. The pink rings were maybe two inches across. The boobs sagged a little and were big enough to touch together. I had to leave quickly, feeling rush of heat in my crotch. The next day, Saturday, Aunty was home all day so I didn’t even have a chance to jack off with her bra. I had played with her silky panties. I was tired and was about to crash, when I decided to shower and cool down.The hot water streamed down my back and washed my hair, shaved my legs and all the good stuff a girl does to feel better after a long day. I finally hopped out and wrapped my towel around me, walking into my room for something to wear.I pulled his sweatshirt on over my naked body and some nice silk panties. "Mmm...much better," I said aloud as I settled into my bed. I was clean and happy. I wasn't really angry anymore,. I was now sporting a full and complete hard on which I am sure was sticking out of my lose pajamas. I was not too concerned about that as I was sure she couldn’t notice it from behind the shower curtain. And it was dark anyway. I am very close to being six feet tall but this freaking ceiling was quite high. I slowly stepped on the ledge and exhaled loudly as I tried to reach up. “Kiya hua?” (What’s going on?), she asked. “Haath nahi jaa raha!” (I can’t reach!) I exclaimed.It was just now that I.