She had a penis, it was as simple as that. It worked properly and now he had seen it, touched it, kissed it – but he would not take that one last hu...dle: he could not touch her cum. Whats wrong with it? John thought, staring himself down in the mirror. It was just cum, for Christs sake. You touch yours all the time. Ok, you dont eat it, but you cum in your hand sometimes, and its not a bad feeling. Another voice butted in the conversation of his mind: Yeah, but its hers. Not yours. Its like. The fortunate thing was none of them were killed nor injured, but the only thing they had was the money their father had in the bank and most of that he owed. They had suddenly gone from wealth to poverty. Their father was so despondent they feared for his life.At the mother’s insistence, they returned to the tiny village where their father had been born and relatives could provide a haven for them.In the village, there were few young women, and most of them had been promised in marriages. .I just walked over bent down and started rubbing his cock he reached up and started rubbing my pussy. He grabbed my arm and pulled me over to his house as soon as we walked in he roughly (and I liked it) bent me over the kitchen table pulled my pants down and shoved his huge cock into my wet pussy, I screamed as he started fucking me so hard. I begged him to let me suck his cock and after about 15 min of fucking me hard he stepped back grabbed my hair pushed me to my knees and told me to. Since this was our neighborhood, there were often other childrenpresent. These were kids that I saw every day, walked to school with,and often was in the same class with. The humiliation of my aunt'streatment lasted much longer than the actual punishment, since I hadto survive the constant smirking looks of kids in the neighborhood andfellow students. Anyway, after my "corner time" it was back across her lap for apunishment enema. My aunt would enlist the aid of the woman that Ihad.