"If we're related then, then this is, what do they call it, oh yeah, i****t. Isn't it?" I don't think so. We aren't related by blood, like sisters or ...ousins. So, no, it isn't in the true sense of the word. Oh, I guess some people would try to infer that if they knew but, no, it isn't. I guess the worse thing is our age difference, and that bothers me."She moved from me to the sofa where she sat, drawing her legs beneath her. Her sweet small pussy was wide open and I caught myself looking at. Her massive tits hanging free and as I wrap my hand over her mouth, stopping her instantly by pushing the sharp knife against her bare nipples.. A slight bleed appears as I press harder"Take off your pants you teasing bitch" I orderPushing the knife up to her throat she immediately obeyedI remove my hand from her mouth and her breathing is so rapid, crying and helpless in my power My hand feeling her crotch and immediately my fingers are inside her stretching and pushing."You are going to get. And she, hopefully, had one more to experience with Sam.And speaking of Sam, he was still lying there in front of her, patiently waiting for her to do her thing for him and then when Butch was done with her, releasing her, to fuck her. With her orgasm winding down and still tied to Butch, she lowered her head to Sam’s sheath and the tip just poking out. Butch pulled on her and she felt him turn, his cock and knot inside her pussy rotating as he got off her back and turned so his ass was against. I called a fewfriends and told them and the girl next door Cassie came over and letme cry on her shoulder.The day of the funeral arrived and I took a shower and then started onmy makeup and hair. Then it dawned on me. This would be the first timemany of the people from my home town would see me as "Chloe who used tobe Rex". I was terrified someone would be awful but I got dressed. Iwore a simple sleeveless sheath dress. The hemline was just below theknee. Next were basic black panty hose and.