One thing was certain though, she was ignorant about Fred's presence in my room, and if she had been performing, as Fred called it, she had done it fo... my eyes only.The following morning, we were both out of the house before mother or Aunt Paula were up, and for a long time while we were walking outside we again argued about my Aunt being aware that I was watching her."I'm telling you Paul, your Aunt knew you were watching her, it should be very easy for you to fuck her now."I was shocked by. She could go on forever if she had the stamina. I wanted Arlen to make my pussy sore, not her rubber cock.Finally, I just collapsed onto my face. She withdrew and gave me a kiss on each cheek, then found my asshole with her tongue while rubbing my clit with her fingers. She got off the bed and retrieved something else from the drawer.“What's that?” I asked.“Anal beads,” she told me. “Don't worry. They're clean. I'll use these graduated beads, so you'll be starting small and work your way up.. Warning Some stories may contain adult language, explicate violence, adult situations, and some sexual content. These stories are intended for a mature audience. Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit Written by Stacy James Meadows With Concepts Created by Stacy James Meadows, Larry William Van Hoorebeke, and Donald Edward Van Hoorebeke. Previously on Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit… We met with Steven ‘Shadow’ MacGraw, who broke the fourth wall, and gave us the readers an over view of just who he. He was wearing a white lab coat and one of those silly looking hairnets.Eddie: Bart my name is Eddie. I work for the Senate Committee investigating Swamp Dog. I would like to ask you some questions.Bart: Yeah I thought so. I got a call from the manager of the DQ and one from the owner of the fish camp.Wes: Nothing goes unnoticed in a small town.Bart: Some things do. They didn't tell me about you. So are you that guy.Wes: It's not me.Eddie: (confused) You two know each other.Bart: No I thought.