Janet went on. "Now Randy must be in bed by nine. There's pizza in the fridge. And no boys!" she smiled again."Aunt Janet!" said Marci. "You know I wo...ldn't let anybody come over while I'm babysitting." Of course dear" said her aunt. "Its just that you're getting so grown up. I know the boys are chasing you around all the time, trying to get in your little panties." Uncle Bob came in at the end of her statement."No they're not!" yipped Marci, embarrassed by the idea that her Aunt thought she'd. Ohh thats why you do it, you want muscles huh? Andrew shut up, look at you youre so fat and chubby you need to do some more exercise Exactly so why dont we do exercises together since you did end up quitting all those sports activities your in Uhhh. Just give me 10 minutes I need to shower! I dont want to do anything sexual while im this dirty and sweaty, it needs to be special, clean, you know? Well if you think about it, we are only going to get dirty if we do anything so why not just stay. “Stay here,” he says and moves away from me. “Ethan,” I groan, already missing him inside me. “Close your eyes,” he orders, standing next to the bed. I sigh and do what he says, figuring I’ll get what I want faster by not arguing. He grabs my legs and pulls me toward him, my ass at the edge of the mattress. Ethan opens my thighs and grabs my right hand. “Touch yourself for me,” he says and leaves my hand hovering above my heat. I’m so fucking horny and I just want him to fuck me, but the way. Interesting, he didn’t look too much like the type to have too many tattoos. Soon introduced to us as Mr. Wilson, Aaron was tall, slender, and almost as pale as I was. He was the type to wear well-fitting jeans with a dress shirt and sweater vest, and always had a full head of short tousled brown hair. He would often show up with small bit of stubble, but it was a bit harder to see when he did because it seemed to come in blonder than his hair. His nose was defined, his brows also.