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It was a silent drive to the neighboring town, maybe because it was early or because he knew I was annoyed. We arrived at the two bedroom dwelling. It...was a nice neighborhood with a good reputation and was certainly more exciting than where I lived. My father was in a rush, so he simply dropped me off outside the house and let me knock on the door on my own as he drove off. I loved my Dad but he did annoy me at times. I walked up to the front door uneasy, as I had not seen my Aunt in around a. They stood where they were and ask me questions that made no sense to me but I answered them all. After they told me they believed me, they said I could get back in the car. One of the officers came to my side and leaned way down and asks if I knew why he knew I was telling the truth. I looked puzzled and said no why? “Because you were standing there lecturing us and you have no pants or panties on.” I about died right there. I lowered my head and right there was my bare pussy! He laughed and. Give me a moment.” I waited and she said, “Come in.” She had dressed in shorts and a tee shirt now. “Gerald, I could have been drying off from a shower!”“I’m sorry, Beth. I wasn’t really awake and wasn’t thinking. I need to use the toilet for a moment and then I’ll get out.”She walked out smiling. “I’m finished. It’s yours.” I emptied my bladder and washed my hands and face. Refreshed and thinking, I went to my room to dress. I pulled on shorts and a tee shirt with sneakers and socks. I went. He slides himself so close to me that I can feel his breath on my neck, his hand rubs up my leg and down my harm as he places his fingers inbetween mine holding my hand. I start to feelsafe with him something that I don't understand, but embrace it anyway. He kisses my cheek then the lobe of my ear as he whispers to me, "if you want me to stop atany time please tell me my son. As he called me his son my jeans became very tight, I was so confused as half of me wanted to get out off.
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