It was now time to move to the treatment of Sean's cock, and I hated to cut that time too much.I intended to cut off the end of Sean's cock so that he...could never fuck again, and I had planned to use my knife. However, it suddenly dawned on me that Helen's scissors would make a better instrument for that job. The moderately dull scissors were bound to hurt more than the sharp knife, so that was the compelling argument that made me modify my plan.I gave Helen the honor of jacking off Sean's cock. I want to hear him moan as he succumbs to the pleasure and I want to watch him as he cums. Well after all these fantasies I was feeling pretty hot...We ended up asking the men to join us at the table. The one I'm interested in scoots next to me and we discuss the answer to the question. The music is loud, so he has to talk in my ear. He brushes my hair away and I feel his warm breath on my neck. I feel his knee touch mine, I keep mine there. About five minutes later we're talking with the rest. I shared a room with him and he cried all night. I didn’t sleep and neither did my cock. In the morning when I dressed, I had to leave it standing as hard as a rod against my belly. At breakfast my aunt said. “I’ll drive you home after breakfast.” She gave no explanation. I guess she was scared she had overstepped the mark and had to put a stop to our affair before it got out of hand. She never spoke of the incident again but I knew where her desire lay. I had felt the warmth of her slender. It seemed she couldn’t get it wicked enough, she was in a zone where she wanted to be debased and used like a cheap prostitute. She was deep throating him and stroking him and licking his balls. The raunchier she got, the more she needed verbal stimulation. “Come on you fucking white cunt, suck my fat dick. Show me what a slut you are for that fuck meat in your slutty mouth. Choke on my hard dick bitch. Look at you, you fucking filthy cocksucker. Suck my god damn cum out of my big hairy.