" It's not purple." I stated without taking my eyes off the floor. "It'slilac. And men's pants don't have lace trimming. And men's pants are notpink."...itch laughed. "They are when I put Paul's white pants in the wash withmy red top!"I couldn't help it - I laughed too, and then we were just two peopleenjoying each other's company again. OK, I was wearing pink panties anda lady's lilac robe, but Mitch certainly wasn't bothered by it. Itseemed to be my problem, not hers. My mind wandered to what. ? Fresh tears started to wellup in Alice?s eyes at the combined enema that was pounding hergut and her apparent now foster father?s explanation. ?We have been nursing youas our own now for over sixteen years, and you have become the perfect slavefor us, and you will be ultimately doing what ever we want you to do.? Another cramp punched herstomach lining, causing her to nearly through up in her mouth. ?Now that you have a briefunderstanding as to all of this, I think its time to release that. * * *The pavement ended and I slowed to navigate along the gravel road through a spectacular river valley that sliced through the desert plateau. The sun shone hot and blooming wildflowers lit up the surroundings. Elysa had her knees up on the passenger's seat and her face buried in my crotch. I was excited by her new-found boldness. For the next few miles, she slowly worked my cock to the edge and back. When I got close, I'd pull on her hair, and she'd stop for a bit, holding my energy just. As we continued sipping beer, auntie wrapped her hand around my shoulder and pulled me near. She was looking at me lovingly. I smiled at her. She rested her other hand on my lap and moved it over my thighs. She asked, ‘do you go to gym? It seems you have a good built.’ i said, ‘yes, i work out for 2 hours every day.’ she kept on caressing my thighs. After some time, kebabs arrived. We finished beer and kebabs and headed for house. While driving, auntie kept on moving her hands over my thighs. I.