The only thing that that could mean as far as she was concerned was that Scott was hurt. Hurt and maybe dying, and she could not let that happen.She r...n as fast as her feet would carry her, screaming out his name as she went. Strangely it was easy to know where to go; it was as though someone was guiding her. If she started going in the wrong direction the strange feeling got weaker. The distant roar of the creek grew louder as she got closer. But there was another sound that she didn't. So when I saw the guest i.e, my uncle and aunt. I also believed and grew hornier. I silently called my uncle aside.I said that his wife was hot and mom was saying about the foursome. Uncle said yea we can have it but first we have to convince her. I thought aunt was newly wed so she wouldn’t get convinced easily, but uncle said that she is also a horny bitch and she could get convinced if I or uncle manipulate her.Uncle took the chance of manipulating her. He took the chance while fucking aunt. Somehow his hands and feet were both slender and strong at the sametime. One could easily call them cute, just cute on a different scale. Aquick tug at the top of his scalp confirmed the now luscious head ofhair he sported. Far too stunned to quite grasp the gravity of hischange, he raced to the mirror in his bathroom. It had been so longsince he had a full head of hair, he could not imagine what it lookedlike.Bright crimson locks framed his now feminine face. There was a littlemore green in. The cool mist from the waterfall on our skin only intensifies our passion. Suddenly, after building up too much ‘pressure’ her aching love muscle erupts like a volcano, spewing out her hot, sticky ‘magma,’ while my exploding penis releases it hot, sticky coconut milk as we climax together. After a few moments, as we return from our sexual rapture and passionately kiss, we rest shortly to try to regain our strength as the cool mist from the waterfall showers us like rain on a beautiful spring.