I let my arm linger as long as I dared, without provoking Dot's wrath. Slowly, Dot allowed me into her space. There were touches, but nothing improper...When my partner, Trish, made plans to visit her sister, I let Dot know I would be alone. Each time I spoke to Dot, I reminded her when Trish was leaving, and I would have no-one to look after me. Dot took it all as a laugh, but I kept plugging away.I hoped - maybe I was dreaming - but I hoped Dot might read something into my repeated. Her mound, nearly hairless as befitted a 14-year-old, was flushed pink from the friction of our frenzied love-making.She rolled off and lay next to me for a moment. Hugging me, she planted a soft kiss with a hint of tongue on my mouth. Then she swung her legs off the bed, stood up, and picked up her plain white blouse. She slipped her slim arms into the long sleeves and slowly buttoned it over her bare breasts. Wiping my semen from the insides of her thighs with her panties, she placed them in. . I’ll make you feel good while Peter breaks you in.” “Damn Auntie she’s so tight!” “Slowly Peter. Just inside and wait...” “Oh mamma, I feel so full already!” “I know baby, our men folk are well above average. It will make it feel so good very soon...” “Oh God mamma, I feel it... I can feel his dick stretching me!” “I’m right up against her cherry Auntie...” “Alright now.... both of you take a deep breath. and relax a moment...” “God mamma your hand feels so good rubbing my clit, I think I’m. Where was I? For that matter, who was I? What was my name? I fished around in my reeling brain for memories, but it seemed like there was nothing there. Well, almost nothing. My name felt like it was on the tip of my tongue, but it remained, frustratingly, just beyond reach. There seemed to be nothing in my brain at all beside my conscious thoughts. I felt a tinge of panic and a feeling of foreboding that I couldn’t explain. I wanted to get up and run away. Find some quiet and forgotten.