She was laughing while trying to cover up her tits with her arm. My cock was throbbing.Suddenly the knob on my door rattled and I left the album next ...o my cock as I made an attempt to pretend I was sleeping. My eyes were shut and I heard footsteps across my floor. I heard my nightlight click off. My mattress creaked under someone's weight and I recognized Aunt Cindy's scent. Her arm reached across my chest as she snuggled against me. Her lips whispered in my ear, “Let’s pretend to be. .” she sobbed, but I stayed firm to my decision. She moaned a visceral sound, so deep, it sounded masculine.My seven inches kept wrecking her asshole with no mercy, non-stop, slowly but surely; it has been more than one hour of relentless anal action. I wanted to show her who the man is, cripple her ego, smash her soul and shit on her personality. Soon, my cock was smeared with a yellowish goo. That was the sign I needed.I threw my pointed hat on the floor and, from my kneeling position, I. I was pleased with myself for not voicing my first thought, which was quite a bit less generous. With a thoughtful tone I responded that I did not know. I did care… really… any kind of violence has unpalatable consequences. Caring for them was just not nearly as high on my priority list as caring for her. She was the victim, not they. Had I been less alert and prepared she would have been even more of a victim than she was. All I had to do was consider again what four burley men wanted with. I wanted to be Bruce's girl. I wanted him to really like me, as a girl.Then I felt the moustache lightly tickle my cheeks and my nose, and my lips. It was soft. I had thought that it would be thick and scratchy, but it was not. Then I felt his lips lightly touch my lips. It was so light a touch, that I wondered if I were imagining that he was really kissing me. His lips moved ever so lightly across my lips, and then he sat back."Kissing you is very sweet, Debi. You are a lovely young lady, in.