All I could think ofwas that I wished it was Paula doing the washing.We sat and drank coffee and watched what was happening outside thewindows. The si...ger was practising and the guy in the office drew theblinds one more time."Paul, do you mind me asking you some questions about you?" No, if I'll answer what I can." Do you prefer living as Paul or Paula?" Easy one," he said, "both. I like my professional life to be as Pauland my after work I like to become Paula. It would make it difficult. I picked out a whore and fucked her. I came in her pussy. I had a lot of fun. When we got home, my mom told me to write thank-you notes. No way, bitch! I shouted. I HATE writing fucking thank-you notes! ————————————————————————————————————————————- PART 5: Hey, everyone! Your favorite erotic story protagonist (ME) is back! I was PISSED at my mom for attempting to force me to write thank-you notes. So I ran away. I stayed at Charless house. I was afraid hed molest me but he aint gay. I aint. She sat in the front and I could see, she had some feelings towards me – more than just a neighbor. I asked her, if it was okay if we could stop for some coffee. She accepted. I understood she had feelings for me when she agreed to stop for coffee while travelling a small distance.She insisted on paying, but I refused. I touched her hand for a single minute and stared her into her eyes. When we got into the car again, I was in the driver’s seat. She said “Thank you for the coffee”. I slowly. I could see the expression of incompleteness on her face. She was puzzeled as to what i was doing. I told her, "not so fast, whats the hurry?". With this i opened my shorts, took out my 8 inch pole which was ready for the first time journey into the depths of endless pleasure. I slowly inserted my penis in her pussy. Damn, it was tight. My aunt started moaning loudly. Finally, I was all the way in. Her pussy felt soo goood. It was warm, wet, velvetty, and was steaming with passion. I started.