I never had a complex for them. But there comes a time when hormones make you crazy, crazy enough to think abnormally, cross all limits. The same happ...ened to me. I shifted to my aunt’s house to prepare for my professional college entrances and like, rarely attended the college.Most of the times, I studied besides helping her with the daily chores. My uncle, worked 10 to 10 in his private firm. Their only child, my cousin, shifted to the USA for her college. While doing the daily chores, I. " the first voice said.'No.' replied the second.'So, why are we?''Traumatic Disassociation I would imagine.''Well, that explains everything ... clear as mud, thanks very fuckin' much! Now how 'bout trying again in English.'The second voice sighed heavily. 'It's not that simple ... I wish it were. I think it's a combination of things. First there's all the stress and emotional trauma at home. Second would be work related stress and third would be the cracks on the head from the collision. He. "Just try not to jerk from the shock as I take you into me. If you can't help it, fine; I'll prime you until you're ready to enter me."And I jerked again with a gasp. She laughed, watching as I jerked my hips downward, pulling the head of my shaft back out of her as the even gentle grip of her pussy lips turned out to be too much for me. She looked me in the eyes as she stroked my penis understandingly, and then made the attempt again. She licked her lips intensely as her cunt lips wrapped. .... stay HERE STAY!!! for the rest of the night this is me fighting myself, the wanting to go over there and chat with her and the reason and logic that I am gonna get myself in big trouble with this lady. I can get fired STOP!!! I find some nonsense endless paperwork to keep myself busy for the last few hours and she eventually left which made my night much easier. I felt more at ease and wasn’t too worry about being unease. The way she smiles at me sometimes ignites a spark on me that I.