Uncle Curtis, for his part, was now quite busy fucking the holy shit out of Deanna, his thick rod throbbing hard as it roughly plundered her long, sle...der body. The contrast between his dark skin and her fair flesh certainly appealed to all of us, at least from what I could tell. I didn’t know if he intended to knock her up, but I wasn’t opposed to the idea if he did. Sure, she was only fifteen, but in our family, we would all pitch in to help raising any brats. Besides, she fully intended to. "Carol, darling, as you can tell this man here has a new themed outfit.See the pink?" he said, briefly lifting up the skirt to reveal my lacepanties to her. "Something to go with that."I noticed a sign next to Carol stating that makeovers were typically $60.And here I was getting one for only five dollars extra... I supposed it onlymade sense to go through with it.I sat in the chair, leaning back. Carol smiled over me and grabbed hertools. A few minutes of poking, prodding, and brushing, she. It was surreal; I was fucking the object of most of my fantasies, the woman that teased me out of puberty…my Aunt Liz.She reached between us, forcing her fingers to the top of her cunt while I continued to pound, my balls slapping against her ass. Still she stared directly into my eyes, never blinking until she convulsed, her breathing almost stopped, and her eyes rolled back into her head for a split second.She smiled at me and said, “keep fucking baby, let me know when you are ready”.My body. She'd beat herself up for not having been there, even with her mom as out of it as she'd been, and I was the reason she hadn't been able to be there.She took it about as hard as I'd expected. I told her as gently as I could, making sure I said "passed away" instead of the harsher "died"—I never have understood why it matters, they mean the same thing, but it does to most people—and her face seemed to freeze except for the tears that started trickling down her cheeks. I tried to take her in my.