I was caught in two minds – should I confront her later about this or should I let it be as it is. I decided then to let it be.My aunt then came to ...the kitchen and behaved quite normal as if nothing had happened. We began chatting about other things and things were normal. We then had our lunch and my kids too came back from school and had lunch. The painters finished their work at 5 and left for the day.We all had dinner at night and went to sleep. I could not sleep a bit that night. Whenever. I could hear the moans coming from the screen, his small and slightly feminine frame fixated on the task in his hand.I couldn't help but look. Paul was huge, his mushroom shaped head straining against his grip, conversely disproportionate to his slender frame.I cleared my throat and waited, expecting him to cover himself"Oh hey man," Paul said. "The Internet won't work in the bedroom."And he kept masturbating, not quite looking at me.Maybe it was just his upbringing, but Paul never had much. This is about you,’ he said. Without saying a word, he started sucking my right nipple and playing with my other nipple with his left hand. I began moaning as he then moved his hand down my side and slid it in between my legs and up to the warmth of my pussy. I gasped as his hand brushed my clit. He felt how wet I was and started sliding a finger inside me. He then added another, making me moan aloud. The excitement of fingering me was bringing him close to climax. He sat up and took his. ”A small group of onlookers had gathered, but I didn’t recognise any of them.Finally the paramedics arrived. The fire was out and it was quite clear that whoever had been in the Porsche was only going to the morgue. I saw the fireman who I spoke to earlier indicate me to a paramedic, who sauntered over to me.“I’ve heard you’re feeling a bit groggy”“Just a bit shaken, I think”“Well my name’s Dave. I’ll just check you for concussion.” He did the usual check with his fingers accompanied by some.