I tossed a hand. I could always just be truthful with Uncle Bob. “I’m just horny, that’s all.”Perhaps I should rephrase part of that last comm...nt. I had always been able to be truthful with Uncle Bob. Apparently, things had changed a little. He just stared at me and didn’t comment. I realized that, in light of what had happened between us the night before, that might have been an indelicate way to phrase things.“I mean I’m just excited,” I said.“Right,” he finally spoke. His discomfort seemed. She tasted good.Turning her over he took her doggie style, he felt her reaching back with her hand against his leg, encouraging him on. He started pumping her as hard as he could, her moaning making him fuck her even harder.He came with force in her already glistening pussy, his cock still hard from this sexy vixen, he moved his cock to the entrance of her tight tight asshole. She didnt seem as keen on this, trying to raise her bum so his cock slipped to her pussy again. After a couple of. For $400 I would be happy to enjoy two hours of happy sexy fun with you and your wife. Where are you located?”After hearing the address I replied, “If you want it to still be morning when you see me you will have to pick me up. I can be at the bus stop at Route 12 and Cook in 15 minutes. Is that okay for you?” After an okay from Mel, I ask, “Could you possibly take me back when we are done?”I smiled as I hung up the phone.“Hey, Fran I gotta run. Client will be at the bus stop on Route 12 in 15. ”“Of course. Just keep one eye on the road until I‘m ready.” She dropped the skirt and opened her blouse and stuck out her boobs for me to get a great look at. “There ya go. Like those, too?”“Yes, ma’am.” I reached over and stroked her left nipple. “Oooh. That felt good.”I reached farther over and touched the right one.“That’s good, too.”“I’d love to play with your tits, but at seventy-five miles an hour, I might make you feel good until we end up off the road. Why don’t you let me watch you.