There were lots of things running in my mind that if she tells this to my mom or to my friend or to her husband then what will happen to me. Oh they w...ll kill me. Oh no I will be dead. So I maintained silence and after keeping the tea cup on the bench I sat on a chair beside the sofa on which aunty was sitting. She again gave a glance and remained silence. I broke the silence between us by asking why she is not talking anything. She said that it’s wrong to think of a married woman, who is in. That turned out to be a better choice, given how roughly we fucked. As it was, Doug Randall got rug burn on his knees while his wife, son, and stepdaughter all sodomized him in turn on the carpet, not that he seemed to mind, given his stiff prick as they used him for anal revenge. Then again, a couple of beers had made him easier to convince, it seemed.For Sally and me, though, it was strictly hardwood as we coupled and I spilled my seed inside an ecstatic young woman whose eyes still blazed. ”When I turned into Mario’s Pizza Palace Becky said: “Oh yeah, it’s Tuesday.”Every Tuesday Katie stayed late at school to work with the drama club, leaving Becky and me to fend for ourselves for dinner. Usually, we had stuff that Katie wouldn’t have okayed otherwise. And of course, since we were having pizza, Becky was allowed to have a coke.We stopped at a convenience store and Becky admonished me to behave. I gave her ten bucks and a “who me?” look and she laughed.Once when she had run into a. Patty startled awake. A loud booming bass line was coming from her landlord Carl’s house next door. She looked at the clock: 3 AM.She would normally have just turned over and plugged her ears, but that dream had left her feeling full of energy. She grabbed her bathrobe, put on some slippers, and strode across the intervening lawn, the cool night air slipping under her robe and up her thighs like an overeager lover as she went. She shook her head at that thought ... she had been reading too many.