His name was Earl. He was a friendly good looking guy, easy to talk to. I told him about needing a place to stay and a job close to Sacramento. He em...athized about my wife’s condition. He told me he owned the lumber yard across the street. “I have to get back to work. Come and see me when you’re finished eating.”When I was done, I walked over.He was very cordial and showed me all around the place. I was quite impressed that for a small city, they’d have such a thriving business like this.He. . But she was only deluding herself, for her whole body was beginning to seethe with passion once again, her brain dwelling on the prurient sensations of her flesh and pushing away all other thoughts--pushing away the same and the hurt and the anger and the fear. She spread her legs far apart under the covers, opening her vaginal orifice erotically wide, and in a voice that was strange and muffled in her own ears she said, "Kirk, darling... Kirk, I want you."There was a moment of silence, and. Then I took it, lined it up, and I thrust my hips forward, and forced my cock in. She screamed, but not in pleasure. “What are you doing?” she screamed. I hadn’t realized it, but I had just put my cock up my aunt’s ass. “What’s wrong aunty.” “You’re in my ass. That’s what’s wrong. It hurts.” I had no idea what I did and was a little confused why her pussy was so dry and tight. “Oh, fuck. I’m so sorry. I’ll just put it in your pussy.” “No,” she said. “You’re not gonna put your dick in my pussy. He was intently studying her legs. She briefly wondered if wearing a short skirt had been a mistake.Karen glared toward the man, but he never noticed as his eyes remained glued to her lower extremities. Giving up, Karen once again moved her eyes across the room.Once her presentation was completed, she opened the floor to discussion. Several men immediately blurted out questions and concerns. Karen began pointing to men for their questions so she could systematically respond. She thought she had.