" Really, like totally do it with her, eat her pussy and all?" Matthew asked, hardly believing the turn the conversation had taken."Fuck yes, I would ...love to try it with another girl." Damn, pity Sarah would never go for it," Matthew said."Have you asked her?" Amelia said, a note of optimism in her voice."No, but there's been enough times where she's clearly indicated that she'd never participate in any sort of group thing that I wouldn't bother." Mmm, maybe I should ask her," Amelia said. On a lark, she open up Google and relogged in. It’s an email address no one knew about. She had made it when she first got her phone. There are a bunch of half started google docs and one titled - “Slam Book”. She smiles at herself. She had meant for it to be a scandalous book about her classmates and stuff. People she hated and mean things about them. But it turned into a diary.Officially twelve and a half today. Six more months before being a teenager. Mom says she’s dreading it, que le voy a. No coherent thought was within my grasp, I was reduced to a sex toy. I loved every minute, hour, week? The sun set and still I was fucked rougher and harder, a chemical was added to the lube that healed any damage as soon as it was done. In the dark I felt the plant dicks in me get larger, pain flared but faded making me cum again in masochist glee.Dimly, distracted I asked “Are you going to kill me?” I had no idea how long I had been ruthlessly fucked, I wasn’t mad maybe a little worried. It. Obediently, I went to her and offered my unit. She squeezed my love pole, feeling its strength, its hardness. Then she cupped and weighed my testes. They were enormous. Aunt Paula: "My God, Sue! Your son is not only huge, his swollen balls are gigantic. Look at them! Each of them must hold a pint of potent seed. So much love, so much sperm, so many big strong babies. This really IS going to show those wimp dicks! Let's go, nephew! It's baby-time!"I went up to my mom who gave me a loving caress.