Then the day came, it was a Sunday, and my mother spent the morning tidying the house, my father stayed in the garage where he was trying to fix the m...wer, and I sat nervously in my room, trying not to think about my aunt naked.My heart almost jumped a beat when the doorbell rang out, and we all knew immediately she had arrived.My mother went and answered the door, as I came down the stairs and I watched the front door open, and there in a ordinary yellow sundress, sandals and sunglasses was my. Morality scorched her design, a moment of lust for a permanent memory of regret. She knew the words his friends used behind her back: doormat, plain, boring, arty-farty.Procrastination was something she did tomorrow, that changed, not that he noticed.Months of gym work and countless hours of aerobic classes, not that he noticed.She substituted glasses for contact lenses, a makeover consultation and new clothes.Not that he noticed.Yesterday, her hair coloured, expensive, not that he noticed.She. Her green orbs were clouded with lust as I continued to stare hungrily. I touched my fingers to her face lightly, as though to make sure that she was real, and then kissed her tenderly. A simple connection of lips on lips. It was perfect; just what she deserved. Almost u*********sly, I began replaying the scene from her diary. I pulled her to sit on my lap and wrap her beautiful tanned legs around my back. We started rocking against each other, all the while kissing, probing, reacquainting. I. .But then I started shooting.And he drank it down greedily, my head tingling and sensation from his flicking tongue.You know that feeling sickening, churning regret once you've cum? When you look at the porn still playing and wonder what the fuck is wrong with you?Compound that a thousand times and you'll have an idea what I was feeling the second Paul pulled back from my cock, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand..His dick still hard, waiting for me..."Your turn," Paul said, leaning.