Suddenly voices were coming from the direction of the main gate. Sunday church service had finished, people were coming to visit their loved ones who ...had passed away.I broke the silence between us. “Come on Charlie. let’s go.” Walking past both of them, as if they did not exist.“That’s right, just run away like you always do. Coward!” Mario called out.In the distance, I detected my aunt, Androulla at my mother’s grave plot. She was watering the flowers with the hose pipe, while my uncle Sotiris. So we revived a childhood ritual and showered together, though THIS time, my boner was truly sexual as were Rachel's hardened nipples!Down to business first, we shampooed and rinsed the tepid/hot water over our heads to remove any chill, but by then, our growing urges supplied more body heat than we needed.Jenny actually pulled a reach-around first, stroking my pecker which was now six angry inches of boy meat.I smiled and looked down, as did Rachel, and my hands seemed to find their way onto. AUNTY: tum aaj kal k ladke chup chup k hi sab kuch karte ho kya?ME: matlab?AUNTY: maine dekha, kaise gurr rahe te tab se hi jab se tum bahar kade te. Aur ab jab ki mai dikha rai hu tum dekne k liye yaha vaha kar rahe ho. Kyu meri boobs mai tumko kuch kami dik rai hai kya?She kept talking slowly and she was pressing her boobs with her right hand and I was speechless, and I could feel my underwear getting so wet and my dick was ready to fire with its full power. she got up from her chair and sat. I noticed (and expected) that I would have to concentrate on stroking my most sensitive area (frenulum) very vigorously for a few minutes in order to reach orgasm/ejaculation. Sometimes I would "run out of steam" from stroking so fast and for so long that I would have to stop and take a breather and then try again in a minute or two.I noticed that I had to rely more heavily on fantasies to bring me to orgasm/ejaculation. Two main-themed fantasies I relied on were: Fantasizing about my younger.