.." And then Sandra had to stop talking because she could feel she was about to cry again."If it's too much for you, you don't have to tell us dear," ...er mother said. She could see that it was really getting too much for her daughter now."No, I need to tell you this," Sandra said with more determination in her voice and pushing her bad feelings to the back of her head. And so she went on with, "That girl wants to put me on display in school. She even did it during our break at noon, she called. He turned to the house, which he had never been inside. Before he could take a step, the door creaked open slightly and he froze, his hand going to the gun on his hip. Then the door swung open a little further and a frail looking woman stepped out. He squinted at her. “Jeannette?” She looked up at him and he could see now that it was her, although she had a vicious scar across her left cheek and was much thinner than he remembered. “John? Is it really you?” she asked, her voice a low rasp. He. "And why would you not want to look that way. I'm gorgeous. I guessed it before this happened but all this has given me a male perspective on beauty. I know that you look like me, are me in some ways, but I just fancy you so much."I tilted my head and gave her a coy and embarrassed look. "You're making me blush." Blush and gush," she laughed as she dropped to her knees and took the head of my penis into her mouth. "Blush and gush, my sweet."After a few minutes bobbing up and down she stopped. He was playing with himself as he watched something on his hand-held device, some porn no doubt, having a good wank in bed, unawares his auntie Mariel was outside his door watching him.Of course he was being discrete, on his side facing away from me and covered up, but boys do it that way, whereas we girls do it on our backs or fronts, out and in the open for all to see, a little bit unfair if you are a voyeur, which I was at this particular moment in time.I had a sudden urge to barge in on him.