.....Face against the filthy stall wall .....Hands behind me wrapped in my nice, soft, black leather, J-crew belt (which matched my boots exactly in c...lor & material). I was fuzzy all over with confusion and to be quite honest, submission. Now, truth be told I am nearly germaphobic all public things considered. So, to be so intimately veiled in a public restroom with my clean, exfoliated face against grimy, stained tile was as good as demeaning.She gripped a handful of my hair in her hand and. “I want to watch you sway those hips,” he said. I chuckled and reached to punch his arm playfully. Damn that’s a lot of muscle, I thought, feeling his firm arm under my knuckles.Then, surprising myself, I stood up and walked slowly out of the room, swaying my hips. Before leaving the living room I glimpsed back to see if he was watching. His eyes were glued to my bottom and when he noticed me looking back, his eyes rose to my face. I smiled at him and he returned it.“Whatever the mighty. With my palm on her boobs, I expected a reaction but there was none. That have me one more reason to start pressing those big melons. I felt like cumming a number a times but somehow managed not to. The caressing, pressing of boobs continued for a good 30-40 mins and just before we reached the destination I had stopped myself.On reaching the destination, everything was normal and my aunt had no reactions whatsoever. After dinner, while we were on our way back, I again see that my aunt wanted to. ” she moaned and was quiet for a moment. Then she continued“One night I fucked one guy while I sucked another guys cock.”“Henry?” I asked. I was doing the math in my head. It wasn’t adding up.“No.”“How old were you?” I asked as I slid my finger deep into her asshole.“Ah! Fourteen. I was fourteen.” She moaned.“Oh my god. You’re a little fucking whore aren’t you?” I giggled.She just moaned. “Yes! I’m a fucking whore.” She curled her stomach to lift and spread her ass cheeks apart.