Mornings where I didn’t meet with Ken, I would find comfort about my imminent job loss, by finding a secluded spot where I could joyously suck or ri...e (or both) my Eric. That always cheered me up, always made me feel much better. Through it all, Eric was so supportive of me, that the love in my heart for him grew stronger every day. Which made the terrible things I would eventually have to do, even harder for me to do, when the time came that life forced me to totally wreck what we had between. She turned around and took his slowly shrinking cock into her mouth and cleaned it.It wasn't until she was finished and he stepped back to put his pants on that I saw for the first time how well hung he was. No wonder she jumped when he shoved that thing inside of her! It was soft now. But it was at least eight or nine inches long and nearly as big around as her wrist!The look on her eyes when she turned back around said it all. She was very impressed. I thought for a minute she was going to. The front door opened as Jenny andSarah walked in. Aunt Cindy grabbed my arm and pulled me downstairs tomeet the girls. Well ladies where the hell were you, and who the hell is this girlwearing my dress? I don't know mom we left the house after we talked toyou at lunch time, Jeff was going to watch the house til we got back.Then Cindy took a real good look at me. Oh my god! Thats who's wearing mydress and heels. You little sissy. Please Aunt Cindy they dressed me uplike this it's the truth!. Slowly you stepped out of the car and listened to the familiar sounds of your neighborhood. The soft crickets and tree branches creaking in the wind made a clear contrast to the always present sounds of living in the dorms. Through it all you could hear a faint laughter from inside your house.The high pitched squeal that sounded like a 12 year old with too much sugar belonged to your younger sister, Jennifer. She had just turned 18 a few weeks ago and while her body may have barely begun to.