She was single, and had little use for a five year old boy.However, my Aunt took me in. For a while, I presumed that it was because she was my only ki..., and that she didn't want me raised by strangers. I later found out that it was because of the life insurance my mother had carried. It provided a hefty sum, and my Aunt quit college that day and hasn't worked since. The money was contingent upon her raising me.One of the first things that I learned around the house was that my Aunt preferred to. Knock me ... up, please! Fill me up with your cum! Put that fucking hot jizz inside me where it should be!” Casey tightened up really hard on me while trash talking in a way meant to guarantee my release.I erupted deep inside Casey at last, the unanticipated tightness causing my creampie to fill up her lovely wet snatch. I rose unsteadily from fucking my youngest sister, just as our sisters planted lip locks on both of us. Then, of course, I made out with Casey in front of my mother, ex-wife,. Slowly I kissed up and down the shaft, until I reached the top again. Then opening my mouth, I slipped my lips over his cock, allowing it into my mouth, tasting it with my tongue. I could hear Ben moan, as I began to suck him. Slowly allowing more of his length into my mouth. His cock seemed to be thickening as I sucked, I could feel it expanding and stiffening against my cheeks. His cock was rock solid, I lowered my mouth and felt it touch the back of my throat, I gagged and lifted off, my wet. She learned what "being cute" on aneveryday basis meant. She learned to walk weeks on end on a sprainedankle and how carrying a trays of food could make her arms hurt in a waythat 400lb bench-presser Jason could never have imagined.Her work uniform consisted of a button-up replica Cubs jersey (cut for aboy), short short cutoffs, and a smile. As her new work-friend Jesse putit, "Big hair and big boobs... equal big tips!" Of course, long, golden-tan legs didn't hurt either.Depite Jesse's motto,.