When I was in college, once word got around—and it always gets around; girls gossip a lot more than guys—women were practically lining up to fuck ...e. While some found I was too big for them, I never had any problem picking up women who were willing to try. And Amanda loves my dick. She says that I’m able to touch her like no other guy, all her hot spots at once.But I knew that her complaint would be a problem. Maybe not right away, but eventually. Amanda is very sexually open, and she always. The vibrations ran through my pussy and made me jump, messing up my drawing. "Dammit," I mumbled to myself as I took my phone out. One new message. "Hey doll. Wanna have some fun?" And in the message was the picture of me from the other day that James took on his phone. My slutty, disheveled image filled the screen. My clit throbbed at the memory. I bit my lip. My phone went off again. "So, slut, who did you fuck today?" Before I could reply, another message. "It would be a shame if that. Enormous estates, homes all over the world, yachts, private aircraft ... money money money! More every minute.David Austin was a piker ... David Anderson walked in higher realms.The State sent a Forensics Expert. He had a warrant. My attorneys made calls from the hospital phone, checked his identification and called the state crime lab ... they did not use the number on the Expert's calling card. He was legitimate.He took our fingerprints ... there was some possibility that Grace might have. I pulled her panties to the side and saw her pussy contracting and relaxing slowly. I pulled my cock towards her and rubbed it against her ass. I slapped both ass cheeks and ran my cock up and down her ass crack. I tapped it upwards on her pussy and until finally I pressed my cock onto her pussy. This was it. There was no turning back. She was my aunt yes... but she was also a luscious female in heat and I couldn't ignore that even if I tried. Damn the morality of such an act, I didn't' care..