She smelled it. It had a faintly familiar fragrance. No fragrance was a bad choice of words. This had its own aroma, a man’s aroma. She curled more...tightly into a small comfortable safe little ball, like a warm fetus she tried to huddle into the tiniest of spaces. Her back really hurt. She didn’t care. She wanted to go back to sleep but couldn’t. That aroma, that scent, it was like Old Spice, a man’s after shave. Paul had come into her small room back where she used to stay, back at John’s.. My Aunt Cathy made out like it was me in the wrong. Like I was doing it to her.While she moved, fingers splayed over my chest, her weight on straight arms, my aunt kept up a lewd monologue cataloguing my apparent tendencies towards perversion. According to her, I was a, “Dirty, disgusting boy. The nastiest I’ve ever encountered. Fucking your own mother’s sister. It’s warped and perverted. Nasty and wrong. I hope you’re ashamed.”Then my aunt worked up through the gears, smearing cum into her. “I’m sorry, George. Now’s not the time for revenge.”George felt her strong hand on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and focused on that sensation, slowing his breathing. Within a few seconds he actually felt a little calmer, more focused. He looked over at Jason and Dylan, who were both crying and holding their partners, Makayla and Tina. Brad was sitting next to Abe’s body, crying as well.“Yer right,” George sighed. “Everyone, pick Abe up. We a’gonna take him home.”Rodney was shoved into the. I wanted him to fuck me so bad that I was gripping the blankets in anticipation. In one smooth motion, he flipped me over, stood up and shoved his hard cock deep into my pussy. We both sucked in a huge breath. I could feel the head of his cock pushing against the back of my cunt. He stepped back and pulled my hips until I slid off the bed onto my knees in front of him. “Suck your juice off my dick,” he commanded. I was more than happy to do so. I put my lips around his cock and took as much as.