His name was Wayne. I would have sleepovers at his house. We would listen to music and talk about the kids we went to school with. We would play with...other kids in the neighborhood. I would wear bras and panties while we did these things. I would change in his bathroom when getting ready for bed. I played it off as my being modest. I didn't know how he would react to me wearing my special clothes. On one particular sleepover we talked his parents into letting us sleep in their camping. I did, it was skinny but long. She kept gagging me with it. Finally she said stand up and bend over. I did willingly. She lifted my skirt up and then, i felt her spit on my ass and finger it hard. Then i felt some pressure on my hole ass she pushed the head of dick in. It hurt, but it felt so good. I moaned and she said you like that slut. I could only nod. She ducked me hard and then harder. She started jerking me off till i said im Cumming. She moved her hand to catch it. Then made me eat. When he said that he would like to stay the man told him that it was impossible for a spouse to be present when the procedure was in process. It was usually too trying for the spouse since there was some minor pain and discomfort involved.Andy started to argue with the man but I held up my hand and insisted that he leave and come back to pick me up as instructed. I made it plain to him that if this was the rule then we'd abide by it, after all, we were getting a cut-rate price for something. Yes, Aunt Dossy, who had a rotary phone until Ma Bell forced her to change, the same aunt who still had a black and white television set, had profited handsomely investing in and then--in a timely manner--divesting from Silicon Valley. Her portfolio, cash accounts, her properties all resulted in an incredible amount of wealth. Further, she left it all to me! In a letter to her attorney, Dossy explained why I was the sole beneficiary named in her will. “Eric was the only one who showed.