I was appalled by the taste of the salty jam that had been inserted into my mouth. Indian Sex I couldn’t see what was going on, but I’m sure she was giving him the exact same treatment she had given me only minutes ago. I knocked and moments later the door jerked open and we were staring face-to-face with our new caretaker. “Good!” Stacy barked. That afternoon our things were packed and we were unceremoniously dumped at my aunt’s doorstep without even a “goodbye”. Mornings usually consisted of cold cereal accompanied with cartoons ,until our aunt got up and changed the TV to watch trashy talk shows. She began bringing guys home from the bar and god knows where else. “Do you want to put your tiny dick inside me, you little bastard?” She questioned. Four droopy flaps made up her stomach that hung down just above a fully un-manicured mat of dark brown pubic hair. With tears still rolling down my cheek, I took hold of my now erect, five-inch penis, and began shuffling my hand over the length of it.
