Woh kuch saaman ko hatana hai aur jagah banani hai. Maine kaha, koi problem nahi aunty, main kar lunga. To dono kitchen me jaane lage aur meri nazar u...ki saadi me lipte kuulhon pe padi. Mera laand khada hone laga. Maine khud ko jaise taise sambhala aur aunty ke peche peche kitchen me ghusa. Aunty boli, kk un plastic ke bade bade dabbon ko hatana hai.Maine kaha jaroor. Toh mai kitchen ke slab pe chadh gaya. Aunty boli, aare yeh kya kar raha hai. Ruk me kursi leke aati hun. Maine kaha, koi. Gaku, looking extremely uncomfortable riding a horse, closed the gap between us, "Blaster told me you were a Poet. He said you were pretty good. Was he serious? You wrote poetry?" What is so hard to believe?" I had decided to advance the boy's education, training him in the art of warfare and in the art of diplomacy. He took to the manners I taught him easily, sometimes surprising me. Perhaps I shouldn't be astounded that he would be interested in Poetry as well."Poetry is everywhere, Gaku, in. Then without warning she took hold of it and put it into her mouth, not just in, but all the way in, down her throat, and as I sat dumbfounded, she continued giving him a deep-throat blow-job, I was mesmerized, and feeling very horny, I never saw a cock that big being handled in such an erotic way.She stopped and looked at me staring, 'Emma, you like to have a suck on it babe'?This was so personal and I was so smitten at the casualness of the sex, I could only smile, as she went back to sucking. I'm toast I keep thinking, a sickness grows inmy stomach. The last attachment is a video of me talking about being asissy and loving cock, I had to throw up and run to the bathroom. I comeback out and start reading the email.Mr Mayhew/ Sissy Carissa,I'm sure from what you did on the camera you didn't recognize who I am. Ireally don't blame you, your just a dumb sissy slut, one that's about tobe my sissy slut. You see three years ago I was 13 and in 8th grade andwe had this substitute teacher.