Please can we go inside or something? Alright if it will make you feel better lets go. We walked back inside my house. I didnt want to go back in my b...droom where all my friends were, so we found ourselves alone in the living room. We both sat on the couch, her sitting right next to me. I couldnt help but look down at her smooth legs. She looked so sexy it was hard from stopping myself. I turned on some random MTV bologna and we sat watching it for a while. I sat there trying to find another. I sat down and started to beat my six inch, rock hard cock, grunting softly at the images in my head and the fantasy images of my grandpa pounding into me while my sexy, blonde haired and sun kissed cousin either sucks me off or lets me suck him off. I finally came after what seemed like hours, but I couldn’t get Tomas’s face out of my head, wondering why he hadn’t said anything before. I pushed the thoughts from my head and collapsed on the small bed that was provided, falling into a deep,. I was 14 at the time and excited about a weekend away from home, but my excitement was tempered by the sadness. There was no love at home. My parents were trying to mend a marriage that probably should have ended a long time ago. My folks needed time alone and so did I.We were living out near Oxmoor Road at the time so it didn’t take long for us to arrive at Aunt Becky’s little one bedroom apartment in downtown Birmingham. We were only downtown, but it seemed a million miles away. A million. Not the loving feeling of intimacy and contact. Not the sharing and giving. No, Elisabeth would be taking, extracting and consuming. Her bed slut would be arranged on the soft pillows to service her needy mistress. Tongue and nipples would tickle Elisabeth's body, bringing her to one shuddering orgasm after the next until sated with that banal contact sex, she would move to the next realm. That kingdom of suffering. The psychological and physical torture of the object that lay in her power. The.