Boy this was going to be more fun than I thought.“What the hell are you doing? And... Is that the milk man?”“Yeah.” I walked over to him and b...ought him inside, not even caring to lock the door. “You’re done I suppose?” I asked the milk man.“Yeah, I’ll probably get going.” He scampered outside in a hurry.“Good. Now, Ryan, I’ve got a few things to tell – “SLAP!!I can’t believe he actually slapped me. “YOU FUCKING SLUT!!! JUST BECAUSE YOU COULDN’T WAIT FOR ME TO COME HOME, YOU GOT YOURSELF. Unfortunately, the main thing tugging at her emotions right then was a growing sadness. She was honestly trying to keep her feelings for him alive, but he was making it harder and harder. She just could not draw any expressions of affection from him, or even of lust. He had begun to accept showering together, and he had 'consented' to wash her, but only the 'safe' parts. She did not think she looked so bad that he should be repulsed by her body. Beyond that, she could hardly get him to touch. Justgo out a few times then let him down easy and you'll have earned yourHetero merit badge and he can use this experience to get with someone whoisn't so problematic. Or fucked up.So when Sunday came, I put on my usual stuff. A tee, boy jeans, grayVans. My puka shell necklace, my power beads on my wrist. I fuckedaround with my hair, pulling it back into loose pigtails behind my earswith these little elastic stringy bands. The end result was oh fuck, I'ma girl. Which I most definitely. For a good few minutes we just lay together, Marie grinding her wet bald pussy into my crotch, as I sucked on her big monster tits, and was so clearly enjoying the moment that neither of us heard the door open.Then I heard a voice say "Marie! Robbie!" and looking around we saw Mrs Jones stood in the door way watching us."Hello cousin, I found your sexy toy, it's very nice!" grinned Marie, before moving her pussy up and down on my cock a few times to show Mrs Jones I was buried deep inside of.