“Now, do you remember what I told you about what Grant likes?” I shake my head, there is no room in my mind for memory, it’s full with aching a...kles and shaking legs, with Grant’s nuzzling cock and my impatient, empty, desperate, sodden pussy, with Anita’s fluttering fingers and teasing words … no reasoning, no thought, no anything, just flesh and blood and cum. “Oh that’s such a shame. I’m not sure that you’ll make a very good plaything if you can’t remember what you’re supposed to do so it’s. Sharon was only 26, but she was already an ice cold feminist bitch. She had developed at a young age, already wearing a D cup bra at the age of 12. As such, for more than half of her life she had been subject to the lusty stares of men, including her own father. She had come to realize very quickly that all men were pigs who only thought with their dicks. As such, she had never had a boyfriend and never planned on having one. She wasnt in the slightest bit lesbian, she simply refused to let a. I don't see how it can be any more permanent than having a crush on your teacher or even fantasizing about Mom. I think your body is so charged up on hormones that you should probably be on tranquilizers for the next five years or so. Look, I'm not angry about what you said; I'm flattered. You're a really good-looking guy and I even find myself feeling a little jealous when I see you with other girls." I don't fantasize about Mom. I fantasize about you. And I don't see how it's temporary if. I must have just dropped off into deep sleep when I felt my aunt pushing her bums into me. Her sari had finally climbed all the way up exposing her bums completely. My cock was erect, had come out of the lungi and was flush with her bum crack. I slowly began to rub my cock against her body. It was at this that she turned towards me and simply put her legs over mine. But that pleasurable body contact with my cock was lost. Also I was scared that she would wake up and see me naked. But there was.