I instantly said, “God bless you,” in a loud voice while showering and I heard some giggle. “Wait, who was that?” I thought.I knew it wasn’t... my mom or dad. After a moment, I heard someone stepped out of the toilet and heard the footsteps going upstairs. Then I thought it must be the married girl who lived upstairs, but why did she giggle?I ignored it and finished my shower. Since it was a Saturday and winter, we usually bask in the sun and have oranges together.It was around 1 pm, we three,. The short potbellied man walked up to our table. Hi there, he said with a tentative smile, Any chance I might join you folks? he called over the music. I indicated for him to sit but before he did he called back saying he would get some more wine. Sid returned a few minutes later with another bottle of wine and sat next to me. Angie coloured up with embarrassment I thought I might have over stepped the mark by allowing him to sit with us especially after what wed discussed over dinner. Sid. I got Sandra's pants unzipped and shoved down enough with her help that I could slip a hand down in her panties.I was sixteen when I touched my first pussy. It was wet and willing. And it belonged to my fifteen-year-old sister. Who happened to be giving me a hand job. I knew just enough to finger her a bit and then slide up the slippery slit to find the bump that mattered.It didn't take long for my sister to make me make a mess in our sleeping bags. But even I was surprised when right as that. I was startled but I froze. I thought that in her sleep my aunt accidentally touched me. I tried to push the hand away and turn around, but it seemed to follow my penis. Suddenly I came to the scary conclusion that my aunt was awake. “Shh, she said. Just relax.”I was scared at first but she eased my fears away and continued to play with my prick. Shama’s hands were in pajamas and she was gently but firmly pumping away. I had never felt this good before. My other aunt seemed to be fast asleep,.