She thanked me for that and then she asked me to chat with nikita aunty as she wanted to take a shower .i started chatting with nikita aunty and i lea...rnt that she runs a garment shop just to kill time as her husband is always on tour.very soon we became friends and we exchanged our cell no’s. About nikita aunty . She is 36 yrs old with a fair complexion and with a stats of 36-28-38 . She was really so sexy that everyone at the party was staring at her.i never had any intensions so i was just. You’ve never seen one up close before. Your cheeks flush red with embarrassment as you catch your stare and you try to look away. He pulls your hair again, making you cry again and look at him.“Do you know what that is?” he asks.You nod your head. “It’s a-” you pause, face feeling hot with embarrassment, trapping the word in your throat. He looks at you expectantly. “A penis,” you finally manage to say. “It’s a cock,” he states. “Say it.”You have overheard that word before. You were told it was. .As you can probably guess the meet was arranged for the Friday that week and they were going to go for a drink or two. Back to the Friday night in question.After she left I really didn’t know what to do, do I go and catch her red handed and confront her or do I sit and wait. After a few whiskies I thought sod it I will wait but being a naughty boy I was back then I had a cheeky spliff which makes me pretty horny to be honest so after playing with myself over the thought of Marie sucking on. .. stuff. My Dad had been a packrat, and there were all kinds of things in the garage (and attic and basement) that I had no idea what were for. Megan would come over and ask permission to go on a treasure hunt, which I usually let her do. It got to the point where she rarely knocked any more. She just barged in like she lived there.Which was how I got embarrassed. Well, maybe she was the embarrassed one. I don’t know. I had met a woman, and one thing had led to another. She had come over.