"You want to take one alone?" She said a little hurt. "No, not really... I just wasn't sure that's what you meant." I finally managed to say."Well the...n baby... let’s get going, we have to move all this mess today." She was referring to the random things that were still in her room. With that said, my aunt jumped off the mattress, my cock still throbbing from her touch. Sometime, while I was asleep she must have gotten a pair of panties on. They were plain white without much flair. I'll be. ‘I just thought you’d want to know.’ ‘Yeah, right,’ I said. ‘Are you okay?’ Tiffany asked. ‘Sure,’ I answered, but it wasn’t true. I hadn’t just tried to block that fullback. I’d tried to bury him, and I almost had, six feet under. ‘It happens,’ Tiffany said, reading my expression. ‘That’s football.’ I knew she was right in part, but I’d tried to hurt him and succeeded. He was in pain now because of me. I remembered how it felt after I blew out my knee. I wondered if this kid would react as. ”“I can’t wait.”“Why is that?”“I always used to dream about you fucking me.”“Who said I was gonna fuck you,” chuckled Rodrick.“So, you’re telling me when ain’t gonna smash when I’m there,” Tyrel challenged him.“You’re right. We probably will.”Two weeks passed and Tyrel was in Branchtown. Rodrick was inside chilling when the cayenne red Nissan Altima pulled up. He opened the door wearing a V-neck T-shirt and gray sweatpants. He towered over the five-six sissy. “Damn,” he remarked. “You dyed your. I turned her around and begged her, Rekha, I want you, please don’t disappoint me. She agreed and parted her legs widely so That I could enter her. At that moment, I paused for a second; this was definitely the last barrier of shame, the greatest sin ever. But the sight of her willing angelic face smashed my guilt and I once again entered that deep passage. My head went into a spin as she squeezed me closer and started panting. This was the first time she was doing this and she wasn’t about to.