She puts on the thong. Being so close to your aunt's pussy isn't the most comfortable thing in the planet. Through the fabric you see aunt Claire zipping up the fly to her blue jeans. Then aunt Cassandra does the same. Everything is dark. You try to keep your mind off the monstrous pussy behind you. But every single step she takes you get pushed up farther. An hour or two went by, until she took off the thong. She put on a night gown, and kissed Bianca good-night. The lights shut off and its safe to manuvire out of the piles of things she throwed you in. Its dark, and your mom and frends are probably worrying where you are.
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