“I couldn’t,” I explained. “I told you I’d never do anything to hurt you and I won’t.”My daughter smiled slightly, her mismatched eyes s...ftening. “I know. Thanks, Dad. But I told you it’s okay. I like Mrs. Sanderson. I want you to have fun.”“You don’t feel guilty, do you?” I inquired.“About what?”“Well, someone mentioned that you and Jasmin might have been having some fun yourselves.”A furious blush emerged, her pale freckles standing out. “Oh.”Grinning, I asked, “Care to tell me about. I was turning horny. Then, I took it a step further and crossed my legs. I did it in such a way that my toes kind of burried below her ass. They touched her ass. She did not say anything. I then started moving my toes so that they could move further. I bet she liked it because I heard this small ‘mhmm’ sound. We were still rubbing arms…Rajni aunty got up.“Beta my back is aching a lot. Im going in my room okay? Call me if you want something.” she said as she got up and started moving towards her. ." she saidsweetly. What? Had he heard right? He started to panic, recognizing her breastsfor the distraction they were, but was overcome with a relaxed sense of purpose.They felt so bloated and safe in Aunt Vicky's soft, feminine hands. "That'sright Billy, your auntie's going to take them nice and full..."Letting his meaty lump rest on the silky sheets, she slidhis penis into the sheath. "I'll let the milker get you nice and closebefore I take your balls..." The black tube felt smooth as she. “Worry not, for we can read your mind, young seeker of pleasure,” a thick syrupy female voice, yet almost equally deep as its male counterpart rings in my… head? The decaying feeling through what is left of my body makes it impossible to locate which organ registers the sounds struggling through the thick veil of fear for my life that threatens to empty my bowels in the most unflattering manner despite that I'm certain they're not a part of me anymore.The dissonance of both voices speaking each.