She let herself in quietly, locking the door after her. After kicking off her sandals, she came over and sat down opposite me. I sipped the cider and ...stared at the wall. She looked around at the song lyrics papering the walls, and asked, "Which one are you thinking of?" None of them fit, do they?"She thought for a second. "What about 'How could you?'"I didn't answer. After a moment, she spoke again. "Maddie and I had a big argument over you last night. Nothing really got resolved, but we were. ‘I don’t know what I’m going to do when your parents get home,’ she said. ‘It isn’t going to be the same around here with you gone.’ ‘How come Uncle Dave’s the way he is?’ Tommy asked. ‘I-I don’t know,’ Karen replied seriously. ‘He wasn’t like that when we first got married, but ever since he’s been on the road…’ Her eyes reddened a little. ‘My God! Look at me! I’ve just had sex with my nephew, now I’m talking about what a jerk my husband is!’ ‘It’s OK, Aunt Karen,’ Tommy said. He didn’t want. Stephanie was digging her fingers into the leather of the couch cushions as she clutched at the front edges. I then covered her sweet lips and sucked and drove my tongue as deep as possible into her soft folds to extract every bit of her divine cunt juice as I could. I kept sucking and licking heavily on her sopping gash while brushing her clit occasionally with my nose. Stephanie reached around her legs and grabbed the back of my head uncharacteristically and pulled me into her womanhood,. He’d never gotten a blow job, hand job or any other kind of ‘job.’ He’d never had a girl touch his cock even through his jeans. The only things that kept him from going crazy were jerking off and the realization from locker room chats that he was not alone. At least he wasn’t weird, misery loves company. He was walking home from the local teen hangout in the small country town. He only lived a few blocks away. It was Friday night and the tiny main street was jammed with the parked cars of his.