We stood inside my hands on her hips, and hers over my shoulders. She told me "we have to be very quiet, my parents are upstairs sleeping." I nodded m...y head and then we kissed.I made out with her in her dimly lit room, then she pulled away and threw herself onto her bed. I crawled on top and continued to make out. It was obvious she was really horny, she moved under me grinding against my body, rubbing her hands all over me. I pulled back sitting up and grabbed her dress right in between her. How long do you think that you can keep her a little girl? She is as much a woman as you are, with the right to say yes, or no. Let her experience life while you can still watch over her, and help her. But, don't try to control her or she will bolt." As Tom slid his hand lower down her waist he felt her quickly raising her dress. When his fingers finally reached her womanly mound, the hem of her dress was around her tiny waist and she was panting heavily.Tom slipped a finger into her flowing. Nervous anxiety has my hands trembling as I pace the room. I will my hands to remain still and with one last look in the mirror, I finally walk into the bedroom.The men are standing at the end of the bed. Brice has removed his jacket, it lies across the back of the chair and he is slowly removing his tie. They see me at the same time, Mac holds his hand out to me bringing me into the warmth of his arms.“Brice knows that I am excited to share you with him. I will not be talking during your time. Like every boy of that age I was very very horny and sexually active.The objects of my desire were usually my teachers,friends and yes my own aunty too.My aunt sangeeta was a very simple woman aged around 35-40 , and like all typical marwadi women, she used to wear sexy figure hugging and exposing sarees.As far as she was concerned , her navel and cleavage was just like any other body part which she would flaunt readily.She was not very educated though however very sweet and sexy and friendly.