It will be better if you read the previous chapters. It was about 3 months or so before I was back at my cousins to spend the night. I figured I was i... a pickle. During my last overnight stay, when we got up the next morning, nothing out of the ordinary was said. However, I was sensing some strange vibes from my step-aunt Sue. I did not think it was all in my head, but was not going to say anything to get the conversation started. I was not in a big rush to get back – I was a little afraid of. As I continued to lap at you, my face covered in your juice, your fingers in my hair pressing my face deeper and deeper into you, I heard you saying over and over again, “fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me.” The very first words I had heard you speak. I was only too happy to oblige. I raised up and pulled you off the trunk, spinning you around and bending you over it. I undid my jeans in no time and then found your sloppy hole with the head of my cock. I slammed into you mercilessly with one. Now the store was filled with busy shoppers."Come over here," he demanded, and Penny moved over and stood behind him. "Fresh produce aisle," he went on, pointing to one of the screens. He pressed another button and the image fast forwarded. He stopped it at a particular point and Penny saw herself prancing toward the grapefruit stand with Brian close behind with his camera. The scene played out just as she had remembered, not more than 20 minutes beforehand. How stupid of them not to have known. " He looked away even as he leaned toward Sheila, "He is an excellent lover." Is he?" She seemed to disbelieve that."Oh yeah," Lisa was positively chipper on the topic, "I mean, you have to like aggressive assholes to start, of course..." ... Thanks..." ... but he can actually hold back until you're done. So he can make it worth your time." And more," Beth spoke up, "he actually cares if you hit it or not."Sheila lifted an eyebrow, "And you know this because..." ... because I know him." I.