Ek din aunty ghar pen hi thi mein aunty ne jo samaan mangwaya tha vo dene unke ghar gai uncle ne chalet hue mere hips pe haath lagaya par mene dhayan ...nhi dia phir mein unko samaan dikhane lagi jo mangwaya tha to unhone mujhko apni god mein baitha lia mene pyajama aur tshirt daali hui thi.Unka khada ho chukka tha aur mujhe mehsoos ho rha tha tha mein uthna chahti thi par unhone uthne nhi dia phir mein samaan de kar ghar aagai paise bhi nhi liye aur aakar shorts pehen kar bed par let gai. Tabhi. Well, it was normal, just the new kind, and they didn’t know any details of what happened, so they wisely chose to keep mum.Gordon was the head of the inter-church summer youth camp ministry known as the Lord’s Retreat, a choice of words that always made me snicker. His wife, Sheila, of course, was his right hand and often a stricter disciplinarian than Gordon could be. I found that out after the time that she expelled me while my parents lived, two years back, for simply joking that Jesus was. The next morning, we got up, showered and after breakfast, spent the day at the gym clinic doing our thing. This was what did did everyday, and every night, after that one, nothing really happened but I did get use to seeing them naked and them seeing me. It realy became natural after a few days and strange as it sounds, they now looked different wearing clothes at the gym! It was like a different life at night. Some nights they would fuck in their bed right next to me and I would "pretend" to. He sucked gently on my clit, moving it in and out of his mouth while flicking it with his tongue. It wasn't long before I was climaxing like crazy. This was unbelievable. We had both climaxed and it wasn't even mid afternoon.I put my bra and panties on but asked Tom to stay naked, he wanted a T-shirt on so he didn't get too cold, I agreed to that. The rest of the afternoon and early evening we watched movies on tv interspersed with me stroking his cock to get it hard or we both made out for.