Me andar gaya aunty ne kaha betho. aur kaha muje office ke liye late ho raha he nisha tumhe khana paros ke degi mene kaha thik he aunty.Uske bad aunty... nikal gayi ab ghar me sirf me aur nisha the. usne t-sirt aur shorts pehni thi muje thodi si excitement ho rahi thi wo table ke pas aayi aur khana parosa aur hamne ekdusre se bat ki. humari achi jam gai. dekhte hi dekhte hum ache frnds ban gae. Ab ye routine ho gaya tha sab chale jate the aur me aur nisha akele hote the. 1 din jab sab chale gae. "You're very talented at what you are doing, and I can tell you love to suck cock, love the taste of cum, yes?" "I want all of you, yes, it's true… your taste, the feel of you against my lips, the smell of your musk, the rhythm of you, your essence, it's true, I want you bad!" He grabbed her shoulders and gently raised her to a standing position. "Turn around beauty, lean over the coffee table, I want to return the favor, I want to taste you as well, want to fuck that luscious wet cunt with my. When Arthur and Laurie Marie, Cook and I volunteered to spend time with you and we both grew very attached to you. But as you’ve grown, so have the feelings that I have had for you. I watched you climb trees with the interest of an uncle and before my eyes your arms grew longer, your legs grew more shapely and you grew breasts. Not only that, you became a young lady, your tomboyishness was replaced with elegant manners and a mischievous wink that never failed to set my heart pounding. I was. My friends at school did not talk much about it but there were occasional sniggers. I found that newspapers my father collected for wrapping stuff occasionally had pictures of women in underwear and they gave me a good feeling. Anyway I developed a habit of wanking and spunking over the girls. These were hidden in my bedroom and I was never challenged about them. Gradually I built a collection and put them in a folder. I was an only c***d and realised later in life a bit aspergic so never felt.