" His voice demanded. He was rewarded with thesight of her tiny anus slowly unfolding, the pucker spread outward, his fingerspushed outward on the edg...s of her anus as she exerted herself. It was so embarrassing, knowing that they watchedher, their faces glued to her anus as she pushed out, Dr. Michael's fingersuncomfortably close to the opening, fingered the sensitive area. She held herbreath as she felt her anus open, feared the sound of a fart escaping. Shegrunted, pushed out and held,. She I will, but it should be our little secret and I said ok.She asked if you made sex with anyone, I was shocked (but I always wanted to) and I said no.She said “Dont worry I am only your aunty nothing wrong in it and you can ask me that anytime time you want and I was really nervous and excited about it at the same time.She noticed my bulge on my shorts and said “Looks like a huge tool beta” and I was embarrassed and I smiled and said “Not that big” she gave a naughty smile.Dont be shy I am. She looked at it, smiled, and said “you are a naughty guy. I use this to teach biology”. That was plain simple bullshit she gave me, and I thought let me tease and test her. I asked her if we can read it together, since it is a common subject. She blushed, and told me to get my mind off sex. I bluntly told her, how can a normal man take his mind off sex when you are around? She started laughing, and told me I was really a very naughty guy. Seeing her laugh, I got aroused, went towards her, and. As it was, it was still in my pocket. Her squeaky clean, good girl act. The innocuous teen pop, the appearances on Johnny Carson and American Bandstand. The cover of the Beatles’ “I Want to Hold Your Hand,” done with synthesizers and drum machines. You couldn’t escape it. It was everywhere. She was the biggest hit of the eighties, and I was about to meet her. My stomach was fluttering as we rode the elevator up to the tenth floor. “Coming up,” the security guard said into the microphone.