" I said."No, that isn't fisting. I see you're not properly trained. I'll teachyou this lesson." she said, pulling her fingers from my boy cunt. "Gety...our lube."I got up and pulled my personal lubricant, which was in a large pumpcontainer, out of the bed stand and handed it to Sister Paul."Lay on your back and pull up your knees" she commaned.I complied, without saying a word. My knees were pressed to my chestwhen I felt the warm flow of lubricant against my opening. Then, I feltthree of her. Closer investigation revealed a large damp patch around the gusset but when I opened them up a puddle of warm creamy seaman was sitting there in them.There’s only one person who could have done this and instead of being angry and furious, I was overwhelmed with precious memories of when his dad was alive. We were daring and adventurous sometimes, he would take me out for lunch from work, and I would give him a quick hand job. There was nothing better than when he pulled my knickers forward and. Everything was going so good, my eggs benedict was served with a delicious dill sauce and we talked about our plans for the holidays. I felt we might be starting something, so I wanted to let her know what my complete situation was. I told her I didn't really consider it serious anymore, but that Han and I still had a long distance relationship. Claire asked me if Han knew I saw other people and I told her that technically she didn't. Then as I tried to explain the technicalities, Claire just. She asked me to enter offered me to sit but I refused and said sorry.Me: Aunty I’m really sorry about that incident.Shreena: What incident?Me: That pipe incident. I didn’t mean to see you in that intention.Shreena: In what intention?Me: Some bad, what you might have thought.Shreena: It’s a natural thing that every boy of your age gets attracted. Leave it.Me: So you excused me right?Shreena: Of course.And we started interacting casually. She was asking about my life and some other stuff..