His hands moving down along my side tracing my ribs onto my belly. His fingers rubbing across my stomach, moving lower tracing across my hips and down...my thighs. Caressing my calves and down to my ankle. His fingers flaming my skin as he moved back up, following the same path. His hands moving to my breasts, softly massaging them, pushing his fingers into the soft skin. Rubbing around my nipples - but always careful not to touch them. Despite the situation I was in I could feel myself. Feeling very timid I glanced over at him and saw that he was stroking his cock while he looked at me. I decided there and then to overcome my fear and see what would happen, so I started rubbing my hard cock and looked at him. We stood there for a while watching each other play with ourselves and then he walked towards me. He touched my cock briefly and whispered that we should go to one of the cubicles as it wasn't safe out here. He lead me to a cubicle and bolted the door behind me, then. Her aunt was way old but still attractive and she knew an awful lot of people that could either make you or break you depending on the circumstances. I should tell you about my time with her in her private bedroom because, in a way, it is a funny story and might explain why I am not as bad as some people make out just because my skin tone is a little darker.As the title of this story is “Boy Crazy”, I should explain right away that it is not to implicate I am the sort of fellow that swings both. I think…'' Leeann responded embarrassed.''Why haven't you said anything to me about it before? I mean we tell each other everything. Don't we?'' Jess held Leeann's hand. ''I didn't think it was really happening, I thought it was dreams but now it's happening when I'm awake and leaving marks on me!'' she started hyperventilating.''What has actually happened? From the beginning; tell me everything, even the stuff you think was a dream. You know I will take it to the grave if you don't want me to.