..And?" my mother playfully asked with an eyebrow raised."And what we did in the car made-my-week. Seriously, I feel like my old self again after that...type of relief. It was more than anything I could have asked for with Anne."She smiled and flashed me a stern look. "What we did in the car? I'm the one with the strained back and sore jaw. And don't get me started on how my neck feels..." Well, you know what I mean..." That was a joke. I'm just glad to see you smiling again. Believe me, that. Yeah, this would forever be his happy place.He spends a few minutes sat on the floor watching the sunrise before walking back into his room. Now, more lightened it’s clear that’s not a small bedroom. On his right it’s a king-size bed with white and red sheets rested against the black wall and a recamier, or as it’s commonly known, a bedroom bench in front of it.To his left, there’s a burgundy armchair and the wall that looks more like a library from all the books there. In the middle of all. She'd dressed carefully for the occasion, in a crotch-length negligee thatclearly revealed her spectacularly voluptuous body through the transparent fabric. Henry's eyes bulged as he saw his aunt's big tits bouncing and jiggling. It was the effect Margaret had desired. She'd finally made up her mind to seduce her own nephew, to teach innocentHenry the joys of sliding his stiff cock into his own aunt's cunt. Walterobviously hadn't been harmed by the intense pleasure of fucking his own. ” I smiled back at him. He took my hand and pulled me inside. Everyone stopped talking when they saw I was here. I started to get nervous. By now he had let go of my hand and was talking to some other girl. She was pretty. Prettier than I am. I just stood there for a little bit before the host, Ashlee, turned down the music and started to talk. “Alright, people, it’s time to play spin the bottle.” Right then and there, I had wished I never would have come to this party. I had a bad feeling that.