Walking home I wondered if maybe I should be a monk. There’s no way I’ll ever feel comfortable around girls. The next morning my mother said that ...y cousin Amy needs help. Amy was my Godmother and first cousin. However she was more like my aunt because she was 25 years older then me. She never married because of an accident she had when she was young and could never have children. She lived alone, was quite heavy set and drank a lot. I hadn’t seen her in 4 years. All I remember about her is her. "This," I say as I see the swollen purple head of my circumcised penis then the shaft slip into her, I momentarily rest, savouring the aerial view of her narrow waist and the contrasting cardioid of her rear. I grip her hips and purposefully make deep long thrusts so that I can repeat the pleasure of watching my length disappear and re-emerge with a fresh and increasingly thicker coat of her love-emulsion. "Do it to me, you frisky Tom," moans Helen in an effort to keep in character. With each. . and even though she had already told him she wanted no husband, this was going to complicate things. Not only that, she hated lying, and she didn’t want to lie to him if ... as was easily possible ... her baby also bore a startling likeness to her twenty-two year old son.She hadn’t the faintest idea of what to do. She’d told Bobby, in a moment of weakness, and he had bowled her over by being so elated, and actually hoping that he was the father.Now, though, Ted himself had handed her what. Her nipples hard and erect. She quickly wiggled out of her panties and stood near the edge of the water. With her right foot she carefully stuck her toe in to see how cold it was. She let out a delightful little squeal and dove into the pool. She obviously been here before. How had the wolves missed such a prize they wondered?She swam around for awhile and then climbed out. The water cascaded off her long blond hair which now seemed a bit darker. Her tanned body glistened as she walked.