She didnt notice the message but the thought of my aunt having sex made me a little sick. Suddenly the car made a jerking movement, hydroplaning off t...e road in the forested area. The car stopped a few feet away from a tree. Oh my god! Are you ok? Cam?! Cameron! she shouted, panicked. Yeah. Im fine, I looked out the rear window. We had driven not too far from the road, but nothing was visible in the weather. She tried to put the car in reverse, but the tires kept spinning– it didnt budge. Your. My parents had 12 children in all, but I am one of just three who survived past their second birthday. I have a sister who is several years older and a younger sister – Amelie – who is two years younger, and with whom I have been close all of my life. My father was a trapper, who made a living selling alligator hides. In his prime, he was reputed to be the best gator hunter in the parish. He could catch them, skin them, tan the hides, butcher the meat and make a month’s worth of meals out of. Truly, he was the fool who left her too long alone, with too many books. It was too much to bear for the fragile sense of a proper demoiselle. The poor thing started to believe in all this modern foolishness about new morals, education and progress...She filled her head with naught but Voltaire, that deviant who moonlighted into philosophy. A talented fraud who, within moments of meeting her, would have happily abandoned any intellectual enlightenment to invent new and creative ways to defile. She put a second finger in beside the first and began moving them together quickly in and out. At one point she crossed them, like you do when you tell a lie...it was amazing how that filled me in a whole new way. I'd never done anything like that with another woman before, I felt so uncertain as to what I should do. So I started just copying her actions, placing two of my own fingers into her pussy. She was so warm and wet, and so very soft. Like hot silk. I mimicked her actions, crossing my.