?”“I figured I was a little early,” Cameron says.Anne’s frown changes into a grin and she jumps into his arms, kissing him. “I didn’t expe...ct you see you until later today.”“I was in the neighborhood and noticed both your parents cars we’re gone,” he explains.“I guess my dad forgot to close the garage again,” Anne remarks. “Good thing too cause I am so fucking horny.” She grabs Cameron’s hand and pulls him gleefully through the door. “We’re taking this to my room. I want you in my bed and I want. I've quit and I'm not coming back."He blinked at me a few times and muttered, "Well, I wanted to hear the words from your own mouth. Still friends?" Forever!" I assured him, and I promised that I would get back in touch after a few months or so. He didn't ask for my new address or phone number, I think he could tell that I wouldn't even give it to him, or worse ... would lie to him.After over half a year on the road, I would have thought that I'd be glad to be home, to stay, but I was soon. One day, I went to the basement and found my clothes, which I left in the dryer, on a heap on the floor. After asking everyone from uncle Lowell to Katharine whodunit, I resolved to confront my aunt about it. She was coming down to the basement soon. I’d talk to her then, I thought. Had to be a logical explanation as to why she would do such a thing, I reasoned, before going to talk to her. Bad idea. In a flash this seemingly harmless lady I had come to consider one of my favorite relatives. Finally his kisses and his finger got me the wetness I needed. ‘Oh my god, Doug, you feel good!’ I burst out as his cock went in as deep as it could go. It felt okay, but guilt struck me knowing how much better Russ felt fucking me earlier. The guilt lasted only for a few moments when my hubby came quickly. I could only fake an orgasm. He held out longer than usual but still he didn’t please me sexually. I knew I needed much more than he could deliver. We kissed for a moment and got dressed..