Pr kya bolu dosto tya tang the unke pure goore me to dekehta he rahe gaya to utne me aunty ko hosh aya n unhone dekha muje me dekh ra hu to jaise mene...dekha unhe hosh aya me dusre or dekhne laga to aunty ne apni saree niche ki n muje dekh kr hasi n boli kya dekh ra tha me bola kuch nahi to aunty boli jhuta n wo hasi mera gaal kicha n andar chali gayi, us din saturday tha n uncel b gaav gaye the to aunty ne mom se kaha ki unke pati nhi hai gharpe gaav gye h to kal sunday h chetan ko b chuti h. We slept all huddled up like a pile of puppies.My body was beginning to get slippery as I rubbed my clit remembering Jen and Bob. Then I remembered the preacher and his cock inside me in the wrong place. It wasn't the first one there, but he had been ruthless as he plowed my back entrance.My body was responding to both the manipulation of my finger on my clit, and the memory of the preacher forcing his cock inside me over and over. The nerve ending that controlled my rear channel were confused. It tasted even better than Jimmy's."Oh wow, you're sucking me off, mommy!" Eric was careful to just pat his mother's head.Helen thought she must be going mad. But inside, she knew she had wanted to give her son as much pleasure as she wanted him to give her. She was so desperately in need of a hard cock. She didn't care where it was put.She lollipopped the hard rod of her son's flesh inside her mouth as she slid it down her now willing throat. Her face bobbed back and forth giving his length of. Joanne excelled. Dawn struggled. Joanne was a star, a bright, vivid leader. Dawn and I plodded along with the average. So I asked her out. I dated her for three years. She was my toehold into Joanne's world away from school. I treated her as well as I could. I thought I concealed my initial feelings from the sisters. I was wrong.My dad died during the summer following my Junior year. I was forced to take a long hard look at myself, my finances, and my future. I took a firm grip on my ears, and.