As I cross state border after state border, things start to blur together. If I can last a month, if I can make back to NY in time to see him. If, if,...if… if I can survive this, if he doesn’t find me, if I don’t crack, if I don’t fumble, if I can keep off the radar. Then maybe I will survive to see NY again. …. It’s been two weeks, I don’t know how but I’ve stayed off the radar so far. I check on my loved ones by going into libraries and checking facebook. There are posts all over my wall of. But, real sex satisfaction happened only when I had sex with my aunty. It happened when I and my wife were in sex, she had close observation on us and she used to enquire about my ability in sex with my wife and she used to respond positively and my wife told everything to me what all she asked about me. As I said my wife shift changed to night and I used to come to home in the evening after my shift. I used to talk to my aunt in the night and I used to observe her vital closely. She has a. I tell the previous part of this because even that was nothing compared to my first fisting a few days ago. You can see the video of it but it doesn't really describe how it felt. For a couple months every once in awhile I was having her trying to spread me open as far as she could and to no avail, even grabbing her hand and trying to pull it into me didn't work. Finally the other night she was working extra hard at trying to stretch me out and thinking that she could, she grabbed the video. I hadn't seen them for a number of years, they were just toddlers back then.Even now, me being seventeen, they looked pretty young. Davie had curly light brown hair that actually made him look even younger and was pink-cheeked more like a ten-year old. So, he wasn't even feeding my nascent sexual fantasies.I had gone to bed, did what I usually did, masturbated, and then, feeling thirsty, went downstairs to get a glass of milk. As I opened the refrigerator door, I heard some sounds from.