" Do you know the difference between sex and making love?" Um, you can have sex with almost anyone but you can only make love with someone you love?" ...es, that right, but you can have sex with someone you love and not make love to them too."Looking at my aunt I furrowed my brow.Smiling, Aunt Andrea went on. "I can make love with Uncle Jason or have sex with him. Making love is very special, something I cherish. Having sex is fun, something I need. When your uncle and I have sex, I could be with. He’d never started any trouble and was always kind of nice, at least to her. He was even cute in a quiet withdrawn manner. Back when she was first in school she’d even played with him – they’d even pretended to be boyfriend and girlfriend in third grade. That’d gotten her ass beaten when her Father heard about it, and she had stayed clear of Jack ever since. She’d noticed that he’d gotten tall and lanky in the last year or so.Still nothing. In the distance she could hear singing. Carols of. Angela wanted to go back to the same mall and so we walked around shopping. She took my hand and she certainly looked young and elegant beside me with her tanned and sophisticated look. Angela saw that Victoria’s Secret “PINK” line was on sale and she started jumping up and down in excitement. We went in the shop and she picked out some black lace waist yoga pants with a blue lace waistband. She also picked out a couple of leopard print tank tops, one pink and one light blue. She grabbed some. "What do you mean?" She seemed surprised."I'm just letting you know that I want this thing off," I replied,indicating my trapped penis.She turned and looked up at the clock. "It's a little late for that,isn't it, NANCY? Your time was up at 9:00. And be careful what yousay, NANCY! You've already earned yourself five additional days, andone 'improvement' of my choice, NANCY!"I looked at the kitchen clock in shock. It said 9:49, and I knew I wasfucked! "That's not fair!" I whined. "The.