My brain was telling me, "You've had your fun with your aunt, now be a good boy and head back to school so you can make your early class," while my dick was telling me, "Fuck class, I'm going to get as much pussy as I can handle tonight. I may never get this opportunity again."

We've been through this before so we know which head took over the thinking. Heck, I was twenty-two, in my last year of school and wanted to have as much fun as I possibly could before I had to settle down in a real job. I knew that someday I might regret fucking my...