“Julie, are you flirting with your cousin?”“Yeah. I am. I can’t wait to--”“Is Julie fondling you? Or trying to fondle you?”“Y-y-yes. I...guess… I...”My trembling fingers dropped the forkful of cake, making crumbs scatter on the tablecloth. I was nervous but also melting against my cousin, as well as into the smooth bench surface that was now quite damp due to the tingles my cousin's persistent touches aroused.Unsure what to hope for from Auntie Annie, she taught me in no uncertain terms the place. "She simply nodded and started walking again.Sighing, I put my hand on her arm and guided us out of the pathway of theother shoppers. When we were far enough away from any overhearing ears, Ilooked into her face."What's wrong? You've been sullen since we got in the car." I shook myhead. "You were the one who wanted to go shopping with me."She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away from me, staring atthe dark orange carpet beneath our feet."Would it be the end of the world if you stayed. I pulled her hipsters down seeing her fine white butt. "John, care you eyes, I am not one of those porn girls you seem to like watching." "I was not mom, sorry.." I stammered and walked away to wait for her to call for me again. John, the servant formerly known as son. "Aaaah, it was so good feeling that hot water finally, she said standing with her hands up on the wall to not wet the bandage. You can use that shampoo first." I turned of the shower and poured some in my hands and started to. “Just crawl up my body and plant that cunt right on my mouth, whore. I'm going to return the favor.”“Yes,” I whimpered, wanting that so much. I had just cum a second time, but I wanted more. This was so wild. I was being liberated. I was seeing the degrading delights of feminism. I glanced at Savannah. “I can't believe you're that much of a whore who's willing to lick my asshole clean of all that jizz.”“I am!” she said.I crawled up Lottie's body, trembling from how wicked this all felt. I.