Living in a large family is difficult for someone of my age. It becomes very difficult to explore my sexuality. All I could do was check out the neigh...bourhood aunties and jerk off in the bathroom.The neighborhood aunties were not that pretty either – all in their late 30s or mid-40s. However, I loved checking them out from my balcony whenever they walked past my house. Wrapped in sarees, their chubby muffin tops revealing at the gap between their petticoat and blouse was what turned me on the. She placed a hand on his cheeksoftly and leaned in to kiss him gently on the lips."Let me do this," she had whispered. "I've wanted to do this for a longtime. Since long before I caught you looking up my skirt at mypanties." He couldn't hide the shock in his face. She had known, andnot said anything about it. Did this mean she had liked him looking upher skirt at her most intimate garments? Surely she must be teasinghim. She had always been too much of a good girl to like somethinglike. Then I told her that I wanted to share everything 50/50 including shared custody of the children. I even told her it was my hope that one of us could afford to keep the house so the children could have their base here but be with the other parent as much as they wanted. She had no objections to my conditions and I accepted her conditions that never use our children against the other parent and no screaming and shouting in their presence.Then she asked, "What are you going to do to Thomas?" You. "That's what I really like to see. Ducking all responsibility for their condition. Boy!" she continued, "Talk about blaming the victim! You two really take the cake."Then tears appeared in her eyes and it looked like she was going to break down. Mary and Ann exchanged looks of concern as she continued, "You want me to tell you that things can't get any worse ... That Jo and Christy were the scrapings from the bottom of the barrel, and the next ones will be much better. But I can't! I just.