Just pathetic. For months now you’ve treated me like a pariah and now you do the same damned thing!”“I know. That’s why you’re here. And why...I’m trying to set things right. I was wrong to criticize you for something and then turn around and do the same exact thing. I’m sorry.”We looked at each other in silence for a few moments.“So now what?” she asked.“We move past it. We both acknowledge that we messed up. We’re friends again and I take back what I said about trusting you.”“Good. But nothing. She went on shoving that corn in her for over an hour with dad watching. He said at the time he did not know what happened to my aunt 3 to 5 times but she shuddered all over and would stop 4 a few minutes, then back to getting the corn in the hairy hole. For those of you slow on the up take, Aunt Lucy is a multiple orgasmer. When she finally stopped she told dad to keep his mouth shut about what just happened and he can watch her anytime he wants and maybe help her do it. Well, dad says. Right side was lockers, back of the room were the urinals, left side, the showers. Glanced left and saw 3 guys either entering or exiting the showers, towels in hand. I stared at them a little more than I should have. One was an older, maybe 65 short, hairy, thick chested Italian. His very thick penis hung a mere 3" from his big bush which mostly covered it. It was as thick as it was long, the head as big as a golf ball! I was mesmerized. We made eye contact, then I looked back at his cock. He. Without slowing, I pressed the button on my key fob to unlock the car. He laughed as I ducked into the driver's seat, a throaty chuckle that made me wonder what he sounded like as he came. Circling the hood, he opened the passenger door and slipped inside. The downpour sounded marvelously loud in the metal confines of my little car, like a roaring train. My blood felt similarly as it whooshed through my veins; my pulse pounding from the rain and the run and—most especially—the touch. We.