00 PM and the bus was crowded, we had to travel standing almost at the back row of the bus. The conductor issued tickets and lights were put off. It w...s clear full moon day, but it started raining. I was standing behind Widow aunt, the aroma of hair oil from Widow aunt’s hair knot was romantic and exciting. Widow aunt was 48yrs young, gracefully matured beauty. She was 5’6″ tall, sexy, voluptuous, heavyset, 75kg woman, with 44-38-48 figure and long smooth silky hair reaching her knees. Her hair. But what she told us made no sense. She told me to see the Madam at the local whorehouse in the village. The doctor was quite the religious man and refused to visit a house of ill repute and so it was left on my shoulders to walk the seven miles, in the rain no less, to the whorehouse."On the way there I wondered if my mother was a whore, but I couldn't see any man wanting to lay with such a dirty female, granted, I was eleven at the time. I had recently suffered the change that all girls. Yes!”His dick was so hard beneath me. So thick. Was he bigger than the average guy? I had no idea. But he felt so huge. A tiny tremble of fear shot through me as he nibbled and sucked on my nipple. This was really happening.I didn't fight as Clint turned me, lowering me onto my back upon his bed. I trembled, the cover warm on my naked skin, radiating the absorbed body heat from his nap. My breasts rose as my breath quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his hair ruffled from sleeping.My. He offered to sell it to us for the same price he bought it, just so he didn’t lose any money on it.As it was, the price he quoted was far less than I expected. It turned out that he had a friend who knew he was interested in something along the lines of an american classic. His friend had managed to get the car in a deal after it had been in an accident. He sold it to Mr Clover for much less than the car was worth, even with all the damage that it had.Dad agreed with the price and wrote a.