Initially I never had any bad intentions on the the aunty. But gradually, her boobs in sari started distracting me. I started fantasizing on her and w...uld jerk every night thinking about her. Every time I see her in a sari, my cock would become erect and I’d start checking out every bit of her.It so happened that we shifted our house 2kms away from the place where the aunty stayed. But our families still maintained a good relationship through phone calls and rare visits.Most of the days aunty. Oh, you might want to know this, too.We we were all men. At least, we used to be.But that's the thing about the church of The Divinity of the Virgin. Youdon't get in if you present as male. We were all the mates of thepriestesses, of the women who had dedicated their lives to the Virgin,and we had all vowed to follow our spouses into hell itself. We were thefollowers of St. Anastasia the Patrician, a patron saint of those whowear the clothing of the opposite sex.I am Rebekah. It is the. She pulled the gown open from the side, but her legs were closed. Jacob could hardly see anything except her bare legs and abdomen. She looked at his face and slowly spread her legs to reveal her special treasure.The boy stared at Hannah’s shaved cameltoe. The lips were still closed, but he was transfixed by the sight.He didn’t expect to see more, but Hannah surprised him by reaching down with both hands to brazenly open her lips to his view. Jacob felt a rush of blood to his head as his. Her clit stood erect as his broad fingers rubbed it back and forth, the knowledge that his semen was coating it only spurred her on more. He was not delicate in his actions. He was rough and involved, he wanted her submission, he wanted her orgasm, he wanted her in the palm of his hand. And he had her there. Moaning and rubbing. Bearing down on his calloused fingers that worked her like an instrument. Strumming and plucking until it made the sound he wanted. The arm at her middle groped.