Ricky called me up one night and asked if he could come over and explain his situation. I said sure come on over anytime.It happened to be on a friday...night, I was off work that weekend and everybody was at home.Ricky now had met this part of the family and we talked and the wife was all for Ricky moving in. Was I ever happy. I was looking at his crotch and could see that it was of great size.He was 16 years old and slim but wasn't at all smart. He suffered from an eye disorder and his speach. “Being of stories,” you call it, because that’s the best name you could think up for the sexy, salty creature without edging towards insulting, “Though I don’t understand why you chose me, I’ll be happy to help you in any way I can. So, how do I fix the stories?”“Well, when it comes to curses, rather than all of the story itself being cursed, the soul of lust likes to curse one character in general, and then the influence of that character spreads and deforms the rest of the story. You must. She sat on the edge of the bed and asked me if I really wanted to see her breast?I was in shock and turned to look at my cousin with a fierce look, because ratted me out. But then the baby sitter said don't be ashamed, it is ok, I understand, you are a young man and at that age when your body is having certain yearnings, true or not? I was shocked that she knew but then she said that she used to have those feeling since she was a little girl. She said I can see her breast and maybe even touch. Myconscience reeled for a few moments under the onslaught of feelings andsensations, the realization of my position and memories of that lastcouple of days flooded my mind, making me instantly hard. I wasliterally swimming inside my rubber cocoon filled with cum and piss,which, I quess, I added to during the night. My stirring woke up Alice;I felt her move on top of me, pulling her sex out of my mouth with anaudible "plop". She got up, and I heard her go to the bathroom, take ashower, brush her.