Gasping i feel your hand pet my head, and i lean into the caress, shaking a little bit, leaning onto your thigh. i feel you pull on my hair, and then ... feel my head pulled back and realize you have somehow tied my ponytail to the rope, i can feel the stretch in my neck, and i feel your hands circling my neck, squeezing just a little bit, just a bit of added pressure, and i shiver, whimpering. i feel you push my head into your crotch, rubbing my face, feeling your hard cock through your jeans. i. It was enormous. He had one hand on it, grippingit as he jerked away but I could see his fingers didn’t meet as theyheld it. It was at least twelve inches long. His glistening pinkybrown crown was distended and his hand was a blur. Christi held my hand and gasped loudly. Efan tried to pull uphis jeans but there was no chance of hiding that lethal tool. Christiblurted out “Oh my God, Eric, look at him, just look at him!” Christimoved toward Efan, her eyes fixed on that huge. I first noticed my attraction when she would call to see my mother and she was out.i made her coffee and tried to chat .but what can a young boy say to a beautiful woman.nevertheless as i gre up i still had desires on my aunt.the time came as i was invited to a cousins wedding.all the family were invited .iwas going to book a hotel when my aunt suggested i stay at her place.it wasnt a big deal as she was hosting the wedding eve party.now of course my mind was racing but then again so many. Keeping my head down, I put my hands behind my head for whatever reason. I'm not sure how long we had been driving when we wound up in the driveway of a nice ranch house. "My folks are in Europe," she said. "Come on in and I'll fix you a drink."Once we were in the house, I sat on the couch while she made me a tequila sunrise. I sipped at it without saying anything. It tasted foul but it was better than before."Are you feeling better now," she asked. "I'm a whore, Desire," I finally said. "How.