I had a difficult time controlling myself but I managed to do so. A few days later I was sitting in my window, it was raining heavily outside & I saw ...aunty coming from somewhere outside, She was then in a salwar Kameez , though she was carrying a umbrella due to the winds she was totally wet & her dress was sticking to her body, the white bra straps were clearly visible & so was the cream panty through her wet dress, It was like a see through dress with she almost naked in front of me, she just. . she was continuously pushing my head inside her boobs and was moaning loudly "aahh.. ahh.... ". finally after 5-6 mins i stopped, looked into her eyes and hugged her tightly for around 1 min, i grab her hand & take her in my bed room i pushed her on the bed and jumped on her and start kissing her, she push me aside and came on top of me, she grab my hand and push them on top of my head (At this time i know how strong she was) she grabbed and lean my hand on bed so tightly that i cant even. She was pretty,she was wearing tight jeans and a tight fitting blouse.She had hanging earrings,rings on both hands,gold chain on her neck and long painted finger nails.The tight blouse showed a lot of clevage and there was a lot of tit shoved into that bra.She wasn't slim.Her ass was a little big for the jeans but that is alright.A little chukky in the tummy but I like that too.She showed me to the basement and showed me the leak.Another easy fix. She left me but returned just as I was. It would do me good, she’d said, ostensibly persuading my dad of the trip’s validity. He wouldn’t be able to come with us, of course, he explained, what with work being so busy. Mum played the devastated spouse making the best of things and promptly packed our bags. I truly believe she even persuaded herself that we were taking the trip for my benefit.Someone once called Blackpool the Las Vegas of England. Pauses for Laughter.It’s a description you’d only use if you’ve never been to Vegas, work.