I don't ever remember him being mentioned, being introduced to him or speaking to him, but I'm sure he was real and not just one of my fantasies… It...was late July. I was in my tiny bedroom all alone once again. I'd been standing by the open window on the ground floor trying to catch a slight breeze to cool my warm skin on another sultry, close night. I turned from the window toward my bed and then froze. I swore I could feel a presence and caught a glimpse of something in the corner of my eye. She showed him how to play with her pussy by working two fingers inside while stimulating her clit with his thumb at the same time. The desired effect was achieved when her pussy began to gush juices. Pulling his head to her breasts she told him to flick her nipples with his tongue. The first tremor of orgasm frightened the boy. “What. Are you okay?” He cried pulling away. “I’m good.” Gail gasped. “Don’t stop, oh, don’t stop, please.” Her body convulsing again in ecstasy. As she was coming. Aunt Riley was getting by just fine without my help, and Jessie—You’re running away from it.—was better off without a useless brother like me. I selected “no” again.There was no third prompt.Since I didn’t have anywhere in particular to go, I walked aimlessly around my small coastal Florida town of Navarre taking pictures of whatever happened to catch my attention. I’d like to say they were the best pictures I’d ever taken. To say that before my death a miracle occurred and I captured my last. I did , she said now blow your legs alittle as if to squat. I did that and she reached in betwen my legs and pulled my cock and balls back toward my asshole. She held them tightly as she told me to pull up my shorts. I pulled them up my hairless legs she said pull them up tight. Then she said turn around and let me see. I faced her and she ran her hand across my smooth front. Now you look like the dickless little cuckold you really are. I looked at my self in the mittor , baby everyone can see.