Not a clue. BUT… I figured I could find out. There are books about this stuff in the library, right? And the library is free, right? And if I’m ev...r lucky enough to be published, I’ll GIVE a signed copy of my book to the library as payback. Damn right. Back in the real world though, I’m still broke and Santa Claus is not about to leave me a PC under the tree. I’ve been naughty (remember the affair?), and you can’t make up for four years of naughty with six months of nice. Since my parents did. “In close. I want to cuddle.”It was warm in her bedroom. The heat of the afternoon outside and the physical effort had brought me out in a sweat. “You sure? I’m all sticky,” I told her.Still fighting for air, my aunt shook her head and beckoned me to her. “I don’t care about that. I want to cuddle and kiss.”So we did. For the next several minutes I lay with my aunt, gently kissing as we stared at each other. My mind was awhirl with thoughts and impressions. I couldn’t believe we’d done it. It. A boy? Was it?’ A massive grin was plastered on her face. Scarlett flushed, her porcelain skin coloured a rosy red. She’s so adorable… Isabelle thought. ‘No!’ She squirmed in her seat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, a strange itch underneath her clothes. What on earth…‘Don’t be silly Issy. Don’t talk about that kind of stuff. We should really get to…’ ‘A girl then?’ ‘No! I’m not like that…I’m not a...y’know...lesbian.’ Scarlett mumbled. Her throat was becoming dry, and she felt a. I noted dimly through the fog of lust she was inducing in me that her other hand was buried in her snatch, frigging herself wildly as she yanked my meat. Yelps of pleasure came from her moments later, and her hand on my rod slowed reflexively. Oh, dont stop baby! I urged, desperate. Im almost there! Finish me off! Her hand started up again, bless her heart, and her eyes focused on my rigid cock as she brought me home. A veritable fountain of white blew out of my dickhead, spattering all over.