Aunt- “Motherfucker, I can’t control anymore. Put it in fast. Make me yours”Hearing this, I pounced upon her and we positioned ourselves in miss...onary position and I placed my dick near the entrance of her pussy. I teased her a bit. She screamed-“Fast. Do it, motherfucker! I can’t control anymore”I pushed my dick into her wet and dripping pussy. It didn’t enter smoothly and it caused a lot of pain to her and she screamed very loudly.So she got up and gave me a small blowjob again to lubricate. The place stunk of dried pee and I raced to the last stall and hurried to drop my pants and deposit a load. I was no sooner in the stall with my feet swinging in the air when I heard noises in the next stall. I saw high top tennis shoes and then black leather shoes.My 10 year old curiosity was about more than I could stand as I sat there silently listening. “Get those pants down, bend over, and grab the pipes an older voice said. I noticed a hole in the metal stall wall and leaned forward and. I missed John. Finally I got so lonely I walked out to the railroad yard to his cabin. The cabin was dark and John didn’t answer when I knocked. I broke down the door. The fire was out, the cabin was cold and so was John. Old John Joseph would never again tell his stories again. At the grave there were only three of us, the preacher, me and the grave digger. We heard the parson’s final words for Old John, ‘We need not grieve for this man because God cares for him now.’ They put the cold dirt. Vickie instinctively tried to cover herself as she walked up to his table, but figured she wasn't fooling anyone. He had, after all, already seen her tits and more."Hi, Mr. Bradford. It's good seeing a familiar face tonight." First, you have to start calling her Stephen, especially here," he said with a smile."OK—Stephen. Thank you for the nice tip. You really didn't have to." It was definitely my pleasure. How long have you been dancing here?" This is actually my audition. We'll see what.