With my first swig, I pushed the garage door opener and watched as the door climbed open and hoped nothing stored by it got caught on the door and bus...ed the damn thing. Apparently, I still have some room for more crap as the door opened undeterred. I took another swig and turned on the radio I have on top of the water heater and tuned it to a classic rock station. I don't know any of the new music and only know of one station. The station was playing blocks of music by various bands and. Oh devlin youjust made one big fuck up. Maybe he could change you back..I quickly ranout of the bathroom, the towel still wrapped around me."Um...Uncle Murphy...I kinda..well accidently..well no..." I started tospeak stumbling in my words.He quickly turned around watching me come towards him, his mouth dropped."Oh my dear...you didn't drink the whole beaker did you my..well deargirl," he said.I sadly nodded up and down, "Yes the whole thing..it wasn't my fault itjust smelled soo lovely and. My lips stretched, as he plunged his giant meat in and out of my gullet. I struggled to breath and my face reddened as he his huge prick shut off my air supply. From the corner of my eye, I saw my wife watching from the stairs. Her hands were between her breasts playing with her nightgown. I wondered why she wasn't calling the cops. She looked ... fuck she looked excited."You will be okay – fucking bitch," He snarled as he grabbed my ears and hammered inside me. "Now suck me for all your worth. "You're something else, you know that?" Yup," she agreed happily. "This will be fine, I promise." She took a breath. "Bren? I love you, you know."It felt like all the air had been sucked out of my lungs. I got dizzy. I couldn't see anything except her eyes.Somehow I managed to say it. "I love you, too." Because I did. She beamed at me, and all I could feel was pure, unadulterated joy.Usually she was the one to initiate physical stuff. She usually kissed me first, stuff like that. Not this time..