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Oh my fucking god. This reminds me of my trauma as a youngster. Raised by my uncle, (father’s brother) and his wife. I remember uncle Jimmy’s friends coming over at night to hang out. Play music, play cards, watch sports or cookouts. I would always get put to bed by aunt Joy. But one day I woke up and quietly walked to the living room, where I heard strange noises. Uncle Jimmy’s friends,4 of them, were fucking the shit out of auntie Joy. I was about 7 or 8. Holy fuck that really fucked me up. From then on I would try to stay awoke. Aunty Joy was really getting fucked by uncle Jimmy’s friends.
Then, I noticed what had been going on but I never paid it any mind, while I was allowed to be up. The extra touching, over friendly petting, ass grabbing. The more then friendly way they would kiss my sexy aunt. Fuck! This was going on all that time and I was too innocent to even notice. The sexy, slutty way aunt Joy would dress. Uncle Jimmy would participate sometimes but, mostly just watch, jerk off and take pics. As my father’s brother, I now understand my soft nature. My father was like that as well, from what I could remember. It must run in the family.
Faceva un treno contro di me e io li ho fatti venire tutti duro, in un pochino.
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