. Years ago when my boyfriend and I started dating he would come to my house and visit and sometimes spend the night when my daughter was away for the...weekend. Well he had taken a liking to my worn panties and would sniff them sometimes while I gave him head. He seemed to really enjoy that, so I joined him and when I would take them off, I would dangle them above his head while riding him. Or I would smother his face with them or hold them just above his lips and make him reach out his tongue. In fact, I never wanted to be in control again.I felt Uncle George’s penis get hard under my bottom, and I was not a bit ambivalent about it, I wanted it inside my body. Inside my vagina. I wanted him loving my body with his body. I wanted him making love to me. I wanted George’s dick in my pussy and I wanted him to fuck me. I laughed to myself about how I had to edit my thoughts from “prissy little girl” to “adult female” in order to admit to myself what I wanted. It was ironic because my body. . with you.”“Oh, sure. Andy suggested something similar. I get it. I c-o-u-l-d do that, I definitely could do that. I don’t know if I would.”“Or should?”“That’s up to Andy. It’s not just me, Andy has to be part of whatever I do. Andy has to decide about the 'should' part.”~ ~ ~ ~ ~The next week the house was full of suspense. There was no need for Andy to ask what was on the two girls minds, his best move was to make space, keep out of the way and wait for developments.Andy knew Marsha had. Just as I expected, she read my thoughts. “You don’t want to do that. Come.” “Who are you? And why are you in my house?” I asked, making my voice sound stupid. “Someone you don’t want to piss off.” Very slow, I walked over to her, and sank to my knees. With sharp-edged metallic fingernails, she reached out and ran her her nail along my face. Moving it down my cheek, along my jaw, she pushed the pointed metal of her cat nail into my flesh, stopping it at my throat. “Hm,” she purred. “Delano’s.