. Aaron had to know what she was up to. Obviously, she wanted to speak to him, at least - and whether it was to berate him or to apologize, or... some...hing else, he couldn't just sit there and let the opportunity pass. It was time to make some tea! Yeah, that was it! He'd make a cup, making himself available for whatever she had on her mind... Marion parked her cart and collected her spray cleaner, going to work on the microwave. Catching movement out of the corner of her eye, she turned to. "You have to let me see you in it!" she cries out.NEVER!"No way!" I say. "Besides, I just took it off." You wore it around the house after school?" she gasped. "You do like it!Admit it!" she chimed."No!" I say firmly. Or at least what I consider firmly.She smiles and holds the skirt up to me again."Come on!" she presses. "Just for me?" Why?" I plead with her."I want to see you dressed up like a girl. It'll be fun!" she attempts topersuade me."Fun?" I spit out. "I wore that all day... it wasn't. He rubbed it in, making my dick sleek and shiny. Then, he finally pulled off his shorts and boxers. His dick wasn’t huge, about six inches long and average length. He slipped my dick up his ass, slowly at first, then, ever so slowly, deeper and deeper until it was all the way in. He began gyrating softly on it, then more vigorously, and in spite of myself, I enjoyed it. Really, I told myself, it wasn’t gay. It could just as easily have been a woman doing this. It’s not like he was fucking me or. She is kind of pale, but that only adds to her sexuality factor.My parents left me at Aunt Neesa’s house that morning. That day, they died in a plane crash and ever since that day, I’ve lived with my aunt at her house. For the next two years, I would wake up every other night screaming for my parents. And every time, my aunt would run in and hold me close to her. Sometimes, she would cry. She missed her sister, my mom, as much as I did. The next few years weren’t so bad. I really enjoyed.