I want to be your slut!” you yelled. “Fuck me! Fuck me! “Cum for me! Cum all over my cock, give me your pussy!” I yelled. Ohhhhhfuckkkk! I’m...cumming I’m cummming, keep fucking me! Don’t stop! Don’t stop,” you screamed at the top of your lungs. Ramming my cock faster, deeper, as hard as I could, I felt your whole body go into convulsions while your screaming filled the room, urging me to keep pounding you. As you exploded, I kept thrusting, feeling my orgasm rising, my cock swelling, your tight. Wendy stayed with me ... very gratifying, she held my hand and looked shy. Somehow, mother had 'improved' her from niece, twice removed, to my cousin. Mothers!Wendy nudged me.'Get your backpack and the box and put it in the car.''Why?''Dummy! We need to get to the park and open it.''How do you plan on getting there?''Magic.'I choked milk out my nose.If anyone could get my dad to drop us at the park, she could.'Oh, no. Your mother wants to go. I'll fix that.'Suddenly my sister Grace, the seven. " She grinned, and then turned serious again. "You are my choice because you have a kind heart, because you have a sharp mind, because people matter to you and because I feel a connection every time I look at you."She paused, and then said steadily, "And if you honestly believe that I am not able to make that decision, fine. I won't beg and plead to be with you. I'm too proud."I stared at her. Her eyes were fierce but I saw the hint of tears back there as well. I sighed. "OK, Lauren," I finally. And I'm sorry but I don't really remember yours, either. But you do look familiar.”“Yes,” I said. I told him my first name. “We met a Clyde's about a year, year-and-a-half ago. Had a good time.”Roger chuckled. “Yeah. Always good times at Clyde's place.” He busied himself looking at the funeral home handout giving details of Clyde's life. I did the same. Soon the memorial service started and we didn't say anything else while it was going on. Among the details of his life the bulletin told us the.