“What are you thinking about, Toby?” Jen asked. Maybe she was extra-curious having just, apparently, fantasized about Toby fucking her in the ass....e didn’t say anything at first. Toby knelt quietly, eyes closed, his hand on his cock, knees spread. He was the picture of a masturbating teen.“What are you thinking?” I asked.His eyes still closed, Toby said, “I’m thinking about fucking you, mom. How good your pussy feels. Deep inside you. Fucking you.”He was quiet for several seconds and. ‘What do you want, Aunt Rose?’ ‘Well what I DON’T want,’ she said, ‘is to live in a condo. I’ve managed to keep a few little gardens here. I just can’t imagine the same little kind of garden in the yard of some little place in the suburbs either. I like my gardens with about a half a mile of open space behind them. What I want, Kayla, is a place where I can offer two people in my quickly thinning family who are very important to me a better life than they can manage to have for themselves. Sucking my cock like a straw you draw out every drop of my love juice. Once you are satisfied you resort to gentle kisses on the head of you favorite plaything before moving back into your seat. I look over at you as you lick your lips and give you a smile of deep appreciation for your talents and attention. “Good timing baby. We are just about to our picnic spot. I can’t wait to show you.” After a couple more miles I slow down and pull onto a gravel road. I stop in front of a steel gate with. He could go fuck off, as far as I was concerned. What a prick! Jess already groveled, so why should he get off any easier?“Look ... I know that you’re pissed at me ... you have every right to be. But the fact is that we were buddies before this, right? You’re taking Jess back, I know that you are ... but I want to be taken back, too. What would it take to prove myself to you, to get back on your good side, to be your friend again? Please, Stan ... please! I know that I wronged you. I just want.