“Sorry Dad,” I said being quiet for the rest of the ride home.Mom’s older sister Grace was there waiting for us. She’s prettier than my mom, b...t I heard my mom also say that she was ‘promiscuous.’ Since I now understand what a lot more words mean with my lightning induced brain, I realized Grace was being called a slut.The next book I read should be a dictionary, one of those big ones. We had one; it was as big as a Thanksgiving turkey. The minute we got home, I took my stuff up to my room, and. As the small erotic mountains were reached, I circled allowing my tongue to lazily travel around them with minimum pressure. Jean instantly responded, she moaned, arched her back and roughly ran her hands through my hair. As I continued, I slowly increased the pressure of my tongue and the tempo of its probing. Jean stiffened as the pressure built within her; finally she gasped, “Enough, I can't take anymore of that.”I eased the pressure by allowing my tongue to wander down from her breasts,. If you are attacked I fear I wouldn’t be able to reach you in time.”I sat with a thump on a chair my mouth open. When had she started to be this concerned? I was about to answer when the bag started to mumble again. A little mad I kicked it eliciting a short scream. “I suggest,” I told the bag. “That if you don’t want worse? That you keep the hell quiet!”Naci started to giggle at my words as I looked at her with a confounded look. Slowly a smile crept across my lips as I nodded to her. “We need. “Hug me like I’m your girlfriend too, Guy. I’m going to love having a handsome boyfriend around to give me hugs.”She pulled me close and let her hands slide down to grip my buttocks. I held her hips and pulled her close to let her have a good feel of my erection pressing against her pussy.“OH GOODNESS! Let’s get our things moved up to the apartment so we can visit and talk more freely. I’d hate for any nosy neighbors to see me molesting you.”We piled their clothes on the bed in their room and.