I have my own questions, lots of them, the first being: what the fuck just happened and why am I on the floor? I still can’t place his eyes or voice..., but both are oddly soothing.“Uh, yeah, I’m fine, really.” I try to push myself up, and his strong hands support my efforts until I am sitting with my back leaning against a wooden crate holding fresh corn. Large, blue-green pools for eyes, searching my face…so tantalizingly familiar, mesmerizing, and…puzzled, as if he too, were trying to. The snow glistened from outside. Rain peltered outside on my window when she appreared.aunt Traci watched me from door. Thinking nothing of it, I drifted off to sleep. Then... it happened. I felt ,from my slumber, a hand slide slowly rubbing up between my legs. ‘ silence’ she whispered, as I saw aunt Traci glide her hand between my thighs. Rubbing. ‘ sush ’ As a tightened grasp pulled my vagina hard. Rubbing me softly..stroking, stroking. stroking, me slowly, squeezing my vagina and tugging .. Jerry told her, “We’re going to get you on film in a number of ways. It’s not all going to be video. I want several hundred quality still photos of you. Some we’ll take as we film, probably as a segue to a rest break. The first session this morning will be me filming you for an interview and then you masturbating in several different ways.”Jerry went on outlining the rest of the day, the evening session if we were up for it, and then the next day. I was surprised to discover that Jerry included. Maybe I want you to fuck me right here.” When she said that, my cock jumped to attention. I got up, went to her chair and sat down on the side. I started rubbing the oil on her beautiful perky tits. While I rubbed them, her hand had made it up the leg of my shorts and she had her hand wrapped around my throbbing cock. After a few minutes of the rubbing, she couldn’t take anymore. She said, “Stand up and pull down your shorts.” I stood up and when I dropped my shorts, my thick cock sprang.