“Is that you Phillip?” she asked in a low voice. There was a murmur of affirmation from outside the door. “Nearly there!” she told him, “I w...n’t be long!”Stunned, I stared at her. “He likes to know I’ve been with other men. He’ll want to have me when we’ve finished,” she told me with a wry smile. Her hips began moving against me once more, and I began to thrust again. After only a few minutes I could feel my climax approaching and began thrusting faster. Taking an arm from around my neck she. Look, he didn’t know who I was at first, and it didn’t matter anyway. I, um ... I have a Quirk. None of those types of Skills work on me.”Dr. Bishop blinked, and her eyes returned to normal. “So you’re finally going to tell me about your Class?” she pouted at her daughter. “You said we were gonna talk on Friday, but then you stayed over at Ayanna’s all weekend. Almost like you were avoiding me...”“Alright, yes, I’ll tell you. But first I want to know how you know Mr. White. He, um, your name. As soon as dinner ended she made me take a shower, shave my body hair and return to her room when I finished; she even furnished me a silk shorty bathrobe to wear.When I entered her room, there on her dressing table was all the makeup she had purchased at Queenie's. She sat me down and talked me through the whole process of applying makeup. About two hours later, she placed the brunette wig on my head and stepped back to survey the image. "Not bad, and it can only get better."The days passed. I. So I answered, “To be honest aunt Darla, you were the best pussy I’ve ever gotten. And you had me pound your tight twat like you wanted to be punished.” “Really?” she asked liked she was being credited, “I was that good?” “Yes, THAT good,” I replied. Then she continued, “To be honest Doug, no matter what size cock was pounding me, that’s nothing compared to childbirth. That’s why I could handle somebody like you.” Still standing there bent over, I was finally ably to pull out my cock. No.