”After shaking Lynette’s mother’s dainty hand, I quickly reached out for her dad’s big, strong hand.“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Robertson....I believe I’ve met you and your wife before at one of Lynette’s basketball games, last fall.”Lynette’s dad gave me a firm hand shake and replied, “I think you are right. Didn’t you introduce us to this young man, Lynette, after the um, your North Middlesex game?”“I might have, Daddy,” Lynette replied with a smile. She then wrapped her sweaty arm around my. If only you were there to kiss my breasts! I ease my sleeping shorts down and look in my big bathroom mirror. My bum cheeks are a little pink - it’s as if I’ve been spanked! I probably should be! I turn and enter my shower. It’s big enough for two. I pick up the brass head and give myself a hot sprinkle from head to toe. Sometimes it’s nice just to get wet before I put any soap on my body. The water makes my boobs feel amazing! My nipples go a little softer but they’re still plump and. She was so exhausted that she didn’t notice as his naked prick popped inside her vaginal canal. I continued to record the action as his hairy balls slapped against her anus. Nicole asked Eric, “Am I bad?”“No,” he replied. “You’re good.”“No, am I a bad girl for letting you fuck me?”I jumped in and said, “Yes, you’re a bad girl. You need to be spanked.” She was in total ecstasy as I smacked her buttock that was exposed as Eric was holding her ankles up by his neck. She repeated over and over,. I had no girlfriend back home and I didn't really feel like masturbating in the house of my dead uncle. It also didn't help that I was now sleeping in my cousin's room. That night however I was unable to keep myself from stroking my cock. In the silence of the night I pictured my aunt on that washboard. Soon I was shooting cum into the air and once I was plagued with guilt. The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days and now I was shit.