My little dickie was twitching just thinking about how embarrassed he must have been. Phil is Aunt Jane’s 14 year old son. We’re only a few months...apart and go to the same school. I guess it’s genetic that his physical attributes match my own. He’s a bit taller and his little dickie is just a tad bigger than mine, but still totally bald. We are the only two males in the family, by the way. Mom and Aunt Jane each have two girls. My sisters are 15 and 17. My girl cousins are 18 and 16.I thought. “That’s to be expected from someone as useless as you. I couldn’t expect you to truly believe.”“Are you …” I could not say the name.“Yes, I’m God. Why do you doubt me? The evidence is all around you.”“Science and stuff. There’s a lot of bad things going on in the world.”“Man, and I mean that in every sense of the word, I just gave up trying. All those decades of creation and for what? An ungrateful world. I even dictated some books but everyone had to go and politicise them. Their gospel truth. He pressed pause and turned to me and removed my top and knelt on floor and started sucking my tit while squeezing the other. I moaned” Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh, harder mmmmmuuuuummmmm fasterrrrrrrrrrrr “and hugged him closer to my tits he started chewing my nipple while pressing other nipple. I pushed my hand into his shorts and grabbed his throbbing cock. I held his head in both hands and kissed him.His eyes closed as he opened his mouth and allowed my tongue to play with his and I took his tongue in. 30 days of pounding herself in my home gym had worked wonders. She still had the dimples and some little lumps here and there, but she had lost a good two inches off her behind. The wisp thin strip of pubic hair did nothing to hide her. I commented on that, she grinned and said, ‘All the better to get attention!’ Even her arms were buffed up. I suddenly felt fat and soft, sitting on airplanes and eating in restaurants don’t help a girl’s figure at all. I looked at myself in the full length.