”“You OWE it to her – to tell her how you feel, just as you were able to tell me and we’re able to show our feelings. She needs to know, Charl...e. She has feelings she needs to express also, you’ll see when she realizes it and confesses to you.”“How do you know Aunt Carol?”“A woman knows another woman, especially her own daughter who she watched grow up. She asked me a thousand questions about you; did I think you liked her as a person and not just a cousin, did you think she was pretty, did I. She was an outspoken child who would probably slip up and tell her mother even if he warned her not to. He had to make her desperate to keep the secret too. While thinking, he sat down in the driver seat and pushed the cigarette lighter in to warm it up. He did not smoke often but he definitely needed to right now.In the meantime, Lily went about fixing her costume. She stood up and pulled her spandex back up. She used the mirror above her seat to fix her hair and her hood and used the paper. Tom was finally able to finish reading the techniques for pleasing womenand moved on to the blow job techniques. He figured that his repulsionand disgust at the thought of having to do this would bring him backdown to a non-aroused state. Unfortunately for Tom; he had figuredwrong. First and foremost in his mind when he read them was how it wouldfeel to have woman doing all those things to him. This just drove up hisstate of arousal even more. And somewhere in the back of his arousedmind was. "The guy replied, "Hey, don't worry about it, besides she's not hurting anyone."She huffed, "I mean they shouldn't allow her in here dressed like that, there's k**s in here for crying out loud. I bet the little slut is probably a fucking prostitute." She turned towards him, "You better not be checking out that whore!"She caught him off guard, "Umm no honey, I was just..."She crossed her arms, "Typical male." She stomped off with him following about three steps behind her, pushing their cart.I.