Grabbing and pinching pieces of me as he thrust himself over and over again. He kept telling me how tight I was. How wet I got for him. How I must li...e it. Did I like it? No one had ever made me feel this way. He told me he loved me and he loved my pussy. He knew he would. He told me he thought about fucking me all the time. His raid fucking started to turn into softer thrusts pulling my face towards his. Kissing my lips as he slowly slid in and out of me. He asked me if I wanted more and all. When I was 20, my stomach valves started failing. One or both would fail, sometimes they would fail open, and other times they failed closed. My mother knew all about it and what caused it but refused to say anything. Eventually, it got to the point where the upper valve failed closed for six months. I could only eat about two tablespoons of oatmeal a day. Even that had problems getting into the stomach. My esophagus dilated and formed into something like a small storage stomach where food. "I nervously covered my excitement with my hands, but Aunty Janet justgrinned."It's not a problem dear. It's just that it would be a pity to stain suchpretty lingerie. Wait there a moment."She burrowed in another drawer and produced a little sachet."Just put this over her. Then if she gets excited, there won't be amess."She opened the sachet and produced a condom, which she promptly smootheddown over my rock hard pee-pee then resumed manoeuvring the corselet upover my waist. Once it was in. "What else do you guys do? Do you suck her titties?" Yeah." Suck mine," she said as she lifted her T shirt with her other hand. I pulled her hand out of my pants and pulled her shirt down. I grabbed her hand and dragged to back to the hide-away. I looked at her with a scowl on my face as if I was about to scold her. She smiled up at me and my heart melted.I kissed her again and my anger slipped away. "Suck my titties," she whispered. She stepped back and lifted her T shirt again. She had the.