I walked back to my desk having retrieved what I wanted from on top of the filing cabinet. “stand” she obeyed, “lift up your skirt I want to see...if you remembered all of it” she did willingly exposing dark stocking clad legs with deliciously pale creamy thighs above, suspenders, some dark blue satin and lace knickers with a suspiciously darker patch in the front, I think she was enjoying the anticipation or the vibrations on the train were more intense that I had ever remembered. “you did –. I wasn't as nervous this time, I more curious than anything else. I wondered if he bulked up, or what exactly. I also never met his aunt, so it was gonna interesting to say the least. If I was going to join in again, I definitely wanted his cock inside of me again. I certainly missed it. I came over to his house, and found out they lived together. I didn't know why, but I didn't think they did. Then, he was twenty-five, and his aunt was thirty-nine. Anyway, I set up the camera, and he was. "They're your parents." My dad's not even my dad, I guess," Chris was looking at me. "And he raped you, and my mom helped him do it, so..."We were quiet for awhile. There just wasn't anything to say about it, really. We were in New York City and all of us felt a little homesick, even Chris, although none of us wanted to admit it. Not because we were afraid to; we just didn't want to hurt each other, so we were all being strong for each other. That's what people do when they're in love,. She also lowers her pussy to my mouth and asks me the same question, but I also decline. After Sara gets down, I look at her and then over to the counter, letting her know that I want her to play my final message. Sara hits play and we all hear my voice. "Sara, I know that you are supposed to ride the spit in about four months, but I don't want you to. Stay with Tom and feed him your cum-filled pussy at least once a week, even though neither of you can have an orgasm. Help him with the.