I call it dark. Martha calls it something else. Wicked. But they're different." How?"Ronnie thought momentarily, her eyes on mine. "Wicked is more phy...sical. Earthy. Hot. Dark is romantic. Sublime. More of an idea than an act. More spontaneous. It depends on your mood. It's a different mood altogether." She glanced at Martha. "I tend to be dark. Martha tends to be wicked." She glanced at Martha again and she smiled. She crushed out her cigarette and got off the bed and smiled, carrying the ash. Once again he pumped three more times and then pulled back. He moaned ‘Just too sensitive’ and after taking a deep breath said “Baby you are the best.” As with my normal routine I went for a handy wipe and cleaned his cock and shaft and gently wiped his balls. Massive I thought. This man is all of 6’ 3” and has to be at least 260. Legs like oak trees. Arms bulged muscles and veins. No more than a 38 inch waist. Cock like a brick. When he shot cum it went on the fly straight down my throat. They don’t have a chance if they try anything now.’ I trusted George. If he said that we would win, I knew that we would. I also knew that if it came to a fight, the losers wouldn’t like it. Shortly after that, Megan showed up with Shelly and Sandra. We all went out and piled into her van and took off for the court house. When we got there, Megan used that disabled placard again, and parked close to the entrance where we met Inspector Reach and Agent Harrison. They shook hands with all of us,. I thought that in her sleep my aunt accidentally touched me. I tried to push the hand away and turn around, but it seemed to follow my penis. Suddenly I came to the scary conclusion that my aunt was awake. “Shh, she said. Just relax.”I was scared at first but she eased my fears away and continued to play with my prick. Shama’s hands were in pajamas and she was gently but firmly pumping away. I had never felt this good before. My other aunt seemed to be fast asleep, so I began to get bolder. I.