. holding me to you.” His aunt said, squirming slightly; the look of discomfit briefly flashing once more over her face.“So?”“You were holding...me.” Sarah repeated.“But - you didn’t like that?” Jason asked. He didn’t understand - why couldn’t she have just moved his arm if she wanted to leave?Sarah didn’t answer again, looking confused. She opened her mouth a few times as if to speak, but closed it again as though the words she was searching for escaped her.Jason lay on his back, considering it. What little advice I would offer her was always about taking school seriously and getting far away from our town before it dragged her down. She took my advice and worked diligently toward an opportunity her school offered to just a few select students to travel overseas for early school credit.This was the first time we had spent any significant time apart, and when she finally returned, it was as if she was a completely different person to me. Physically, she still looked like the same little. The tip had four tongue like spikes that moved in and out . It’s evil look made him gasp.The speaker then ordered him to expect the insertion within moments . The tips began squirm its spiked tongues seeking the entrance to his his asshole insertion point. The four tongues lapping out in search of his quivering anal ring. One finds his entrance.As the slimy tongue entered it also produced a slippery thick lube. What seemed like a burning sensation took over his inner core. His now renewed. Seema aunt’s room was at the entrance. I peeped in and saw she was wearing a pink petticoat and a pink see through blouse with a towel wrapped around her boobs and her hair and she had just come out of the bathroom and that explained the delay in open the door. She saw me and made no attempts to hide her (since I was of her son’s age) instead she said “oh please come inside” and asked me to sit on the bed.I watched her as she removed the towel from her hair which was still wet, she even took.