I kept my eyes fixed on Deborah. Her expression had not yet evolved from her initial mask of horror."I'm... I'm s-sorry Deborah," I managed to whimper...Isabelle began to chuckle as she stood behind me. "Nice ass Martin!" she laughed as she pulled one of my, or rather Deborah's, suspenders and let it snap back onto my thigh.The impact made me jump ridiculously -I was feeling a little uptight at this point- and I moved my hands to protect my 'nice ass'. Isabelle started to laugh even more at this.. ” “Umm… hi.” I say, somewhat foolishly. “Why…” I begin again, but once more I am cut off. “No no, we mean you little harm, don’t worry.” Says the purple-eyed girl, Annie. “Are you happy, Robbie?” asks Eva. “How do you know me?” I reply. Neither of them answer, Annie just looks into Eva’s red eyes and nods, smiling. I turn to Eva with a “wha?” on my lips, but it never leaves my mouth. As I turn to Eva, she pushes her hair back and her eyes gleam. She leans in, as if to kiss me. I open my mouth,. I am the naughty,sexy Auntie that you always dreamed of coming home to after school, aren'tI, Honey?" Oh yes, Auntie Rolanda!" My heart leapt at Rolanda's prescientpenetration of my frequent adolescent fantasies about rushing home tovisit a darkly evil older sex goddess at the end of the school day. Howdid she know? Somehow she had read my mind, or perhaps she had conjuredsimilar masturbatory visions in her own youth? I remembered that some ofthe sexy smoking mothers of my high school. She decided to start stroking since my arm didn't seem to be using enough force to remove hers. My long neglected cock grew very excited by all of this. My brain was fighting to say no, but the rest of my body had other ideas. My eyes looked into hers as my hands ran up her front to squeeze her ripe breasts. Evie softly moaned as she tugged at my cock, working me fully erect."You're quite a man, Mr. Jones," as she coyly sized my length in her hands. "I've wondered about you." You have?" I.