Crossing the dark kitchen, still glancing into the kitchen I noticed something move in the living room, probably Garfield, I thought. Grabbing the doo...knob separating me from the basement I heard something from the living room, I glanced over to the dark living room. What exactly did I hear, was it a grunt or a moan? Letting go of the doorknob I walked slowly over to the open doorway between the kitchen and the living room, from my vantage point I could see Joan’s feet pressed up against the. ..” I turned and pressed my bare face against his flat stomach for a moment, and Alistair stroked my neck softly, waiting.“But... ?”I looked up sadly. “But I want him to like me. To believe me. I want him to stop trying to hurt me at every opportunity. But nothing I can do seems to improve his opinion of me – he won’t let it. Why did he even invite us?” I looked around the room I’d never thought to see in real life, and shuddered. “He can be so cruel. I didn’t see any sign of that in the. My parents came back to Mauritius. I was taken to Europe and S.A to see if anything could be done to reverse this….and it turned out that no. It wasn’t a big stress…I hadn’t at that time been thinking about becoming a mother…and if I couldn’t, well, so be it. The only problem was with my puberty… I was prescribed a regimen of hormone therapy…to compensate for my non functioning ovaries.And I believe that this treatment sort of woke up my sexuality! I was always aroused!! Horny!! My boobs. I was lifting my ass up to fuck her mouth as she sucked. It was beyond my wildest dreams. “aaahhhhh aunty I am about to cum” “yes cum for me darling”. She put her tits around my shaft and started to suck me again. The feel of the soft flesh around my hard shaft and her wet hot mouth on my cock was too much to bear. “”aaahhhhhhhhhhh …………aunty “I felt my hot load boil up from my balls into my throbbing shaft. As she felt my cum bubble through the shaft she took her mouth away. Hot jism jetted out.