I put down the coffee cups and embraced her, letting my lips melt into hers. She pulled away after a short kiss. "Is that a result of me falling aslee...?" I looked around confused, and Rose immediately dropped her eyes to my tented boxers as I blushed. "Ahh ermm, yes I guess so. I hadn't noticed it sorry, must have been you in that gown." "Well words are meaningless, there's no point in me apologizing, its actions that count baby." With that she dropped to her knees on the cold tile flooring,. The girls could not take their eyes away. Finally, without actually grabbing it, his dick flexed up, shooting a massive load right across the creek. It was a good 2 metres. My Mum, wore most of it.When I got home from school, A. Helen had arrived. Both Mum and her were sitting out on the back porch having coffee.I got changed into some old boxers (my usual attire at home) made myself a coffee, and went out to see them.I sat at the table facing Mum, angled towards my Aunt. My dick hanging out. In the cab, I asked her if I could hold her hand. (I find it comforting to proceed with consent rather than making a direct approach).I played with her hand for a while and then slowly moved my face towards her. She too started moving her face towards me and we indulged in a deep long kiss. It took us nearly an hour to reach her home and I don’t think we ever took a break from making out during that journey.Aaliya was an amazing and very passionate kisser. Even thinking about it is giving me a. If he had been asked before they had met, its the stock cliché answer; stocking, suspenders, basque, stilettos, however he never answered the question directly.She was a lady of habit, they ended the evening laying cuddling each other, both very happy, but she waited to wake-up in her own bed, so she dressed and left around the strike of midnight, taking her gifts with her. It was not until the trip home that she realised the gift card had a hand written note on it.But what had happen, he knew.