. What was it he said before he sat down? Somethingabout what color he wanted?" Aunt Agnes smiled."I think I know what he meant..." Deb chuckled as sh... reached into herbag.Some time later, Taylor woke up, and realized he was still in thechair. His hands felt weird, and he looked down at them, seeing thathis fingernails had been lengthened and been painted a bright pinkcolor."What the hell?" Taylor screamed. "Aunt Agnes!" Why are you screaming, Taylor?" Aunt Agnes asked as she walked intothe. Since dad died, she works a lot, maybe too much. But, with nobody around, I just lay there, lost in the haunting and sensitive music. It felt good.I lay there on my bed with the headphones on, and I relived that phone call with my brother. I thought about how he ended the call by complimenting me.I remembered him softly telling me, "I love your tiny little breasts, they are absolutely perfect." His soothing words voice kept repeating in my head, over and over again. It felt so good because knew. She storms over to you and punches you in the face knocking you back to the ground.I cant go to terminus and find my husband with you cum all over my boot. Get over here and clean it up. you go to her and go to wipe it with your hand and this gets you another slap.not with your hands you little faggot... use you tongue and like it clean.again you do as your told. you have never tasted your cum before and as you lick her boot you taste the dirt and dust and also your own cum. your afraid you. He kept drawing my vaginal secretions out and smeared them into my asshole, eventually sticking his finger in, held it there while I squeezed on it with all my power, so he could almost feel my heartbeat, I needed to fuck, and I made my mind up to have him when we left the train.Then he introduced another part of his body in between my legs, there was no mistaking this part, his cock, and once firmly between my legs, he withdrew his hand and took hold of my hip, and pushed forward.I could feel.