We'd usually begin watching TV from the opposite ends but would end up rearranging ourselves so that sometimes I would use her feet as a kind of pillo... or she'd make popcorn and we’d share the bowl in the center of the couch. On the Wednesday night that would change my life, we downed 3 glasses of Mos**to while playing a game of checkers and catching up on each other's day. After the formalities, my aunt stretched out across the couch and searched for a channel to watch. Instead of sitting on. From the report I received, the storm was expected to end overnight tonight and nothing new in the way of storms for at least 4 days.“Well, do you think you’ll be ready to make a trip to the main island the day after tomorrow?” I asked Jennifer.“I thought the storm was going to end tonight. Why do we wait another day?” she asked.“I’ll show you tomorrow afternoon. Until then, just trust me,” I replied and Jennifer smiled.We spent the balance of the day as we had the previous day – talking,. Dad moved out. Divorce. Mom sold the house when she moved in with Harv.Dad cried over me. I don’t think he cried much over Mom after he found out about her and Harv. I dunno. Like I said, I was seven.Mom remarried. Dad didn’t. For a while he rented an apartment and he got me every other weekend and he sometimes got me during the week, and he took vacation in the summer so we could go off an adventure together.When I was nine, he bought this house. There was a girl living next door. The first. I leaned closer to Paul, my own erection was throbbing with what he was suggesting to her. “I want her to let you cum in her”. Paul looked at me shocked, his eyes quizzing me for signs of uncertainty from me.“Are you sure?” he mouthed to me? I nodded reveling in the hormones triggered by the heightened risk that we’d be taking, but the idea of Paul knocking her up was itself another major turn on for me. “Marie, you are going to enjoy sex with Paul”Marie’s face looked hesitant, so Paul.