The room went silent, apart from the soft radio. I was breathing heavily. So was Greg. Then, the inevitable: his hands began to slide over my bra, cup...ping each breast and slowly fondling them. Some of the boys were openly rubbing themselves as he put one hand inside my bra and felt my nipple. I leant back, enjoying his kisses before realising this might go too far. But I had said he could feel me, I just didn't think he'd do it like this! “OK Greg, the task is to take it off!” I admonished. He. " I hastily replied "no aunty — I did not leak my semen". She said "then what is the wetness there — did you piss in your knickers?". I could not give any reply and stood foolishly.After one minute she softly told me "are you upset — don't worry — you are a typical boy of your age". Then she gave back the book to me and said "I do not object to your reading them — but will you carry them to your home for reading there?". I said " no aunty — in my house I cannot read them and my parents will not. ”“You taught me everything.”“Had enough of this fun?”I nodded. She whispered in my ear as we left, “The best is yet come.”The Intellectual Mafia had demanded respect for gender diversity, and our classmates had grudgingly given it. We’d created a precedent, and my bravado toward the gangsters had redeemed my reputation. And I’d earned the right to spend the rest of the night alone, with Marta.DuetI pulled my car into the driveway at my grandma’s and turned to Marta. "I'm not ready to say-” “I. She did basically the same thing to him but at the end, she took his hard cock into her mouth. As she sucked him, I reached down her blouse and cupped her big, saggy breast, making her moan and smile up at me again. She was holding Billy’s legs as her head bobbed up and down on his big hard cock. I bent down and unbuttoned her blouse and she helped me get it off. After a minute, she stood and wriggled her shorts down and stepped out of them.She looked good for a fifty year old woman. She was.