The next day I went back to my house and got all my things and told my parents I would be staying at my aunt Judy’s house for a couple of weeks unti... I’m ready to live with them again. They understood. A week has gone by and I’ve been settled at aunt Judy’s house. I have had a lot of good times with her. She was so hot, and I loved hugging her… she always turns me on… I always see her taking a shower because she had this big bathroom that has a shower that’s glass seen through and she doesn’t. I forced my tongue into her ass and she threw her head back saying, “Fuck, Lauren!” I loved making her feel this way. I slid one finger into wet pussy again with my tongue still in and around her ass. Her moaning mixed with the movements her body was making was a turn on all in itself. She reached around to grab the back of my head and pull me closer. With my tongue fucking her ass and my fingers fucking her pussy, she came again for me. “Ah! Fuck! Yes! Don’t stop!” she begged. My tongue was. Not small, though, not as she'd imagined, a little boy's penis. No, he could fuck her with it. That knowledge added to her store of excitement and unloosed a quiver that was new to her, one that began far down inside her, beneath her labia, and spread across her underbelly. Oh God, she thought, oh please.Her lover unfastened her pants and pulled them down from behind. She shifted her hips to make it easier for him. He had to take his hand away from her sex for a moment to push her pants all the. . thanks I really appreciate your listening to my side of the story.”“Yeah, well, there’s only that side to hear as far as I’m concerned.”“I understand, Steve. I really do. You see, I have what’s called Avoidant Personality Disorder. It’s, um, an affliction in which I um, become uneasy or anxious or lonely or unwanted and isolate myself from others.”“Avoidant Personality Disorder?”“Yeah ... it um, manifested itself during my early childhood, but I didn’t know it. I mean, I knew something was.