Mrs Harrison is my aunt, my mother’s sister and because reliable help is hard to find around here my aunt engaged me. She insisted nothing must go w...rong with your stay because with your guys being Americans she had charged double the usual rental.’ They chatted as Claudette worked and Peyton helped make the beds. The sheets and pillowcases would be changed daily because Mrs Harrison believed Americans were fastidious about cleanliness because she’d learnt that from watching American films.. ” “Are you a virgin?” He nodded, his eyes cast downwards. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of.” “I know, I know Mrs… I mean Irene. But… But I still wish I wasn’t.” I smiled and he glanced at me, holding my gaze for just a second before his eyes returned to my boobs. He was mesmerised. “Can I ask another question?” He nodded. “Has a woman ever seen your penis?” He shook his head. “What if I asked if I could see it?” He started. A real jolt--almost like I’d slapped him. “I… I… I don’t know. Here?. I was so nervous I couldn't think and didn't want to. I spent three days chain smoking weed, drinking and trying to forget. Then I spent two days remembering and masturbating. Then I freaked out! I didn't even get his name, how was I going to find him again? I decided to go back to the same place at the same time on Friday which was the day it happened. I couldn't wait. I walked into the store as normal, head down, not making eye contact, went to the change machine and headed to the back. As. What if my sister wakes up? What she will do? What if she tells to Mom and Dad? All these things were coming to my mind and a fear of all fears went through my body.I was sweating probably I had the worst heart beats ever in my life. I started consoling myself and came to my senses that my hand is still on my sister’s right breast. Her breast was going up and down with every breath as she was in the dreamland unaware of all the things cocked without her knowledge but something got me somehow.