First of all, she's beautiful. No, really beautiful. I know every kid thinks their mom is beautiful. Well, she really is. And, she's my best friend. I...mean it. My best friend. I tell her everything. Well, not quite, you know, really private stuff, like, oh, you know. Anyway, I'm growing up and I just can't seem to get any girls at school interested in me.I'm short, kind of small all over, and many of the girls are taller than me and just leave me alone. They all seem to like the bigger, more. But when I reached the cafe, I went all to pieces. I started to turn back, but I knew how disappointed Auntie would be. So in I went, head held high.The upstairs part was busy, but I knew that everyone would be downstairs, so down I went, and suddenly I felt okay, and Auntie was smiling, and she stood up and took my hand.There were six in Auntie's little group. All women about Auntie's age and they all looked lovely and friendly, and soon I was seated among them, and I knew everything would be. And your cum floods myinnards. You get back and push again with every shot, groping my asscheeks. And then pull it off and the next shots start jumping over myback. I promptly turn around and reach you with my mouth quickly enoughto swallow the last two or three jets, sucking them with desperation.Once you calm down a bit, you grab my hair again and push my head to thecushion I splashed with my effeminate milk. I understand I have to cleanit, so I stick my tongue and lick it all, appreciating. Businesslike. The woman took the lead in the questioning, withthe man asking for additional details and clarifications. For the record, they asked her name and date of birth. After she gavethose, they asked about the events of the previous evening. Even with the moral and covert emotional support of Lena, it was hard.They were not satisfied that she didn't know the identity of thevictim/torturer. "I only heard her called 'the queen' and 'that royal'bad word of one kind or another." Then they.