Even though he wasn’t humping my hole with himself each throb of his pulsing knob was pushing outward on my muscle-donut forcefully, swelling, pryin... apart the inner rim of my bunghole while strongly pressing down against my prostate, using the resisting gland to lever my clenching entrance open. King shifted his position and I could feel his enormous club all steely and hot near my belly, and with each pulse of his knot I felt warm fluid spurting in a gigantic jet out of the spear point at the. Every inch a work of art. She noticed their mouths were hanging open so to kind of lighten things up she sat down between them and grabbed their hands and held them for a minute before saying more."I think this is probably a little bit of a shock to you but I don't know any other way to approach it. What you see next you is a typical female body. Starting with my neck, my arms, my shoulders and then there are my breasts. Now both of you are probably real interested in breast, so I'll let you. He was wrong for what he did and I was wrong so we shouldn't see each other. But sometimes I find myself fantasizing about him, even though I hardly remember him. I don't even remember what It felt like when we laid selfishly in each others arms. I do remember the panty fetish. How he pressed them against his nose and inhaled deeply, taking in all of my sent. The musky and salty smell left from the precum. Vivid images of his body roam my mind freely, invading my thoughts and dreams. Golden. I knew what could happen. I expected it to happen." Fine. And Jennifer? Did you ask her what she wanted?" No, but..." No. There is no but, Emily. You're right. You made the choice when you did it to yourself and even though you're not eighteen, I trust your judgment. If you say you wanted it, if you say you knew what you were getting into, I'm going to trust you and say that it was consensual. But dosing your aunt wasn't consensual. She didn't have a choice. And neither time, with you and now.