He didn’t notice that that girl from the Midwest who had had a crush on him was now a woman from the Midwest who still wanted him. And, if he had no...iced, he probably wouldn’t have done a thing. He was lost to her… Lynn had been there, too, when Krista had found someone else and cheated on Justin. He’d been crushed, but she had made a habbit of being there for him over the years–of comforting him and making him able to see his own self worth. And finally, finally, he saw it. At last, the switch. He was really cool to be around, because he always treated me like an equal. Even better, I always know what he was thinking. Sean has this habit. He thinks aloud almost nonstop. If you listen, it comes as a low confusing mumble. That never bothered me, because I learned to read his lips. It’s ironic, because Sean has trouble putting his finished thoughts into words. I could always follow his thinking as it unfolded, which is much more illuminating. Over time it has proven a useful skill. A. This was going until the great day of my life came when I finally fucked my aunt. It had happened like this, my uncle who was a drukyard, since he use to drink every day aunt and uncle use sleep separately aunt on floor & uncle on bed. I also use to sleep on the floor.Since there’s been not a big house we all use to sleep in the same room, with me & aunt on floor & uncle on bed. That use to be the most wonderful hrs for when me and sharing the same floor. I sometimes try get near to aunt. " Yeah, but no chick is likely to comply." Again I heard him shift. I knew he was as hot as a cat. I could picture those beautiful abs contracting and expanding as he moved. I'd seen him in the change room enough to know that a reasonable sized cock now brushed the inside of his boxers. He had to be hard."You know, I don't even care if it's a chick." I knew I was going way out on a limb here. "I mean, I'm just curious to know what ten good smacks feel like. I mean, you could give them to me..