A depth to feed my deviant desire. So deserving equal, mind gripping, translation in hard text. I will share with you this yarn. Only the names have c...anged. The events followed are true and unforgettable. Windows 98 was my first real p/c and gateway to complete deviancy.Somehow an exchange of s/n’s and emails between myself (Brody) and 15 year old cousin (Dina). It started out when I asked her to teach me all the chat lingo and i/m shit. Dina was awesome. We were chatting every day and or. After talking with my mother and what not my aunt came upstairs for the purpose I assume of going to the toilet. The goals were still coming in on the TV and I was watching intently hoping for my team to pick up some much needed points. What came next was inconceivable and beyond anything I could have possibly dirtily fantasized about.There was a light knock on my door and I welcomed into my domain my aunt, a rather large woman. Large in comparison to these frankly off-putting size zero models. She could suck like crazy as well what a woman he thought. Pulling back he smiled and pulled her up off the bed. Stripping off her T shirt completely. She said "I want your cock in me right now." She lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide. He said "Amazing, now that is a view". He kneeled between her legs putting the head of his cock against her pussy lips. "Are your sure?" he said. "Never been more certain of anything" she replied. She could feel the heat from his hard on against her wet. It was covered in sparkling sequins and looked very much like my dresswhen I was Ruth's Auntie Elsie, except that Margaret the model wasclearly much more beautiful and feminine.Model Margaret looked over her shoulder and smiled at us. The realMargaret gasped."The CGI's great, isn't it? We think this will be a real sellingpoint," Ruth said, quite unnecessarily, judging by the open mouths onthe panel. "The customer can see what she will actually look like inthe dress she's designed." It's even.