The next day, she also went out of the house and this time her dirty underwear and jeans from yesterday were in the hamper. My penis shot up to a rock...the second I saw that black thong in there. I took it out of her jeans, dropped my pants, and laid down on her bed – I was ready to become intoxicated by my aunt’s musk. I remember taking that thong, spreading it to the pussy and asshole string, and giving it a good inspection. The pussy cover was slightly solidified from being plastered to her. While no one defends such rape, their scientists try to explain that the attraction these strange men feel to adult women is inborn and can’t be changed, and that it’s better if such men are accepted so they can be given help to make sure they never do rape women. But it is a very hard sell, and I read many opinions as to why such attractions are evil and such men should be killed. The purpose of sex is reproduction and no such matings can contribute. Past puberty, vaginas serve only as an exit. George was selected by the suffering lieutenant, but declined the honor having found himself lice-ridden after his last foray under the quilts in a mossy tavern. So, in time and because the woman was said to be of more than average heft and the agreement called for a man of some size, the duty fell on my modest shoulders. Sometimes size does matter but not often.I accepted it as an honor, unsure that it was, and endured the usual jibes. I knew I had the necessary equipment, but I was not sure. As she continued to work my member with zeal, I began to get lost in ecstasy. I opened my eyes long enough to realize I had backed off the yoke and the plane was now heading down."I think we're going down!" I said loudly over the noise of the engine."Yes, I know," she said."NO. The plane is going down!" I said.She interrupted her duties long enough to look up."Pull back on the yoke," she said rather calmly as she guided my hand.We were back on an even keel as she resumed her motions. Her head.