Let me hear you say, I am Carla and I want to wear those pretty pink panties."I hesitated and the girls started to giggle, my hands were still shaking...and I had failed to notice that in all of the moving about, my hard dick was sticking out beneath the hem of my skirt. I moved to cover it quickly and the girls went into hysterics again.To quell their laughter, I said it, "I am Carla and I want to wear those pretty pink panties."Cyndi wasn't done. "Well why didn't you say so? But you still sound. "Worthless piece of shit! Christ it reeks!" She made a hard right turn into a supermarket parking lot to the blaring of horns. The piss soaked jeans were already cold against my leg. I could feel the shit in my underwear slosh under my ass. Some of it was starting to inch out under the elastic leg.Aunt Fox pulled into a handicap spot right up front and was out the door as soon as she turned the car off."Get the fuck out! Get out you little bitch! Oh Christ! Look at my fucking car!" I did my. She continued to moan, while listening to the slurping sounds coming from between her legs. “I bet Robert doesn't eat your pussy like this, he whispered. “I’m sorry Robert; I shouldn't talk with my mouth full. It’s very disrespectful and I apologize,” he said with a wicked grin, looking over at the camera. Now back on his feet, Josh slowly positioned himself behind Carla. She arched her back in anticipation of his entrance. He stood behind her, teasing her as he rubbed his fat cock up and. I had towork out how I felt myself, before I could attempt to tell Josh."Josh, at this moment, I can barely think straight. It's all too muchto take in. I need time to get my head around this. To see what theconsequences are and might be in the future. But I do know that whatyou are telling me does not make me hate you. That could never happen.We've been through too much together for it to end in hate. I'm notdisgusted either. Shocked, surprised, let down, hurt, barely believingwhat I'm.