“But please don’t touch her. She is not married yet. You can do what ever you want with me,” My mom pleaded.“So you are a virgin ehh honey?”...he asked Aunt Smitha.She did not say anything. Instead she started crying. My mother got on her knees and started begging him to leave her sister. Finally he said.“Ok. We wont fuck this young lady. But both of you should do what we say. Agreed??”My mom nodded her head in agreement. He lead mom and aunt Smitha out of the toilet. I had just enough time to. “Your cum and Curtis’s mix well together on your cock, you know. They taste very good together! Nice and salty!” Aunt Molly winked at me as she kept licking my prick clean, “this womb is yours next, I swear it!”“I’ll hold you to that!” I told my aunt as I pulled her up for a snowball kiss.Changing topics slightly, I next delved into another matter of importance.“I think that, until such time as polygamy, gay marriage, and incest marriage become options, we need to formalize what we can. It’s. . Well… you know the society here is very open to several things… We have a trend developing of open marriages… Open marriage??... What is that?... I asked John with somewhat exclamation.Well open marriage is the understanding between husband and wife to share each other with other couples or individuals… I could easily understand what he was saying but I showed myself a little naïve.. What do you mean?... Well the husband and wife agree to share each other with other couples in all ways. "I'm a shroomgirl, that is so. Shroomgirls are the best, you know."Anne shook her head quickly to clear it. "I'm hallucinating! I have to be!" She told herself.The shroomgirl chuckled, "Oh shroomgirls are very real. Part shroom and part girl, that's the deal."Anne concluded after enough shaking her had and pinching her skin that she was not dreaming and the shroomgirl was not a figment of her imagination."Do you, like, have a name or something?" Anne asked with a stutter."I have three names.