Jenny whimpered and sniffled, turning her head to look at me. "Katie?"I frowned at her. "Sorry, s*s." It's okay," she whispered.I looked at Dillon. "D...llon, stop fucking her ass right this instant. You take your cock out of there." Mom, go back to bed. Aunt Jenny said I could. I'm not r****g her or anything. Right, Aunt Jenny?"Jenny nodded so tiredly, I wasn't sure if she understood the question."See?" Dillon said. "And she said I can move into her apartment, so I'll be out of your hair. I. I'm encouraging you with moans of pleasure. Your cock, protruding through the flies of your trousers, is straining and throbbing. Paul is looking on, stroking himself, smiling at you knowingly. "You've discovered a hidden talent there, mate. She'll love you for it for the rest of both your lives. But I think maybe she's taken her punishment like a good little slut now, and she's earned the right to some pampering. Leanne, turn round."I seem to know what is coming next. I turn round, lift myself. That is the simplest caveat I can give you, friend. It’s all fantasy from here on out while I enjoy constructive comments the last thing I want is some “Hey, you tagged this science fiction, but it is really fan fiction” or whatever discussion. I’ve done my best to tell a story and tag it – but honestly, if any tag, theme or subject matter in a fictional story has the potential to upset you – do not read. You’ve been warned.There are elements of all kinds of fetishes here but at the root is the. ME="that is why we are going to do some thinking and research first. Come on dad. So far we know you and uncle wouldn't mind it. You said grandpa has talked about me. What about anyone else? What about uncle Timmy? Isn't he gay? Come on we have to find out and i have an idea of how to find out who would be interested."ME="we will make a list of everyone we think would be interested in at least seeing me not necessarily touching me. Then i will text them a pic of me. If they respond with rage or.