The worst part was that I was powerless to stop it. Dread-Head started pulling Shelly closer and sucking her tit even harder. He pulled her so hard th...at she tripped and had to put her hand in his lap to catch her balance. The thug moaned, letting me know that she had just touched his cock. Shelly quickly tried to move her hand but Dread-Head grabbed it and put it back on his dick. Shelly just stood there with her hand on his cock not really rubbing it but not trying to move away anymore either.. I just thought about stuff.I tried to remember the details of what we had done, but they were still lost to me. I could remember the feel of her lips, and what her hair smelled like. And her skin against mine. I knew we had fucked and that I had cum in her, but had John or one of the other guys asked me what it was like I'd have sat there mute. I knew I was supposed to feel guilty about it, but her last "I love you" had erased all my fears that I had done something to make her hate me forever.I. Later, Sammi and Cire woke up. Cire went over to Megan for the obligatory mutual affection party. Megan seemed very into it now. When Sammi got up to go to bed, Cire stood up, stretched luxuriously, and just walked into Sammi's bedroom. I looked at Megan. She was smiling brightly, her eyes moist with happiness. I guess she was really enjoying her troubled daughter getting the help she needed. When we headed to bed, we glanced into Sammi's room. She was sound asleep, on her back, with Cire. She has cured other boys like you. Tomorrow we shall go there. That night I did not close an eye. I haven’t seen my aunt since I was ten, maybe eleven. And I remembered it very well. A woman as beautiful as she was authoritarian. She was a cross between a barbie doll with big pounding lips, blue eyes - which she highlighted with a set of false eyelashes - and an Amazon she-warrior, because she was tall and she always wore heels or tall boots. But what always smacked you about Michelle, were her.