You sit for quite a while with nothing happening. You look around at all the kids having fun with their parents or friends, screaming and laughing their hearts out. You sigh, wishing that that could be you. Suddenly though, a shadow finally fills your presence, thinking you can finally begin your day, you look up with a big smile on your face ready to greet your aunt. Instead all you see is two big mountains, covered in black leather pants heading towards your exact position. Before you are able to make a single sound, you are mercilessly crushed into the tight leather pants. The woman shifts around a bit, getting comfortable, planning to sit here for a while waiting for her nephew. Of course what she doesn't realize is that she just sat on him. You feel yourself get grinded about the surface of the leather pants. You hear the muffled voice of your leather clad woman, complaining about someone not showing up. You then realize that of course, your clueless aunt didn't think to check her seat for her nephew before sitting down. She sits for a solid 30 minutes, constantly shifting her body around, grinding you even further into her pants. Luckily you stick out from the pitch black pants, as long as someone points you out.
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