” I said.“Why didn’t you punch the fuck out of your father?” he asked meappraisingly.“I wanted to.” I said. “But Mama wouldn’t let me....��Uncle Ron laughed. “That’s the ticket.” he said. “Man got to stand up forhimself in this world. It’s a sure bet no one is going to stand up foryou.”“Yeah.” I said.“I don’t like that talk.” Mama said. “The Good Book says you got to meetharsh words with kindness.”“And that’s why you’re here.” Uncle Ron concluded. “I’m sorry, Merris, Ishouldn’t poke fun at your. I told her that I was going to shave her, and told her to wait. I slipped on my pants and ran to my car and retrieved a bag I had brought for this specific purpose. Back in her bedroom, I dropped my pants on the chair, and again began to kiss and caress her, before going to the bathroom and running hot water to soak a washcloth. I brought it back and began to wash her pubic area, making sure the pubic hair was nice and wet. I re-wet the washcloth and folded it over her Mons and pubic area and. I was so hard I couldn't hardly stand it. Maybe it was the beer but I just did what I felt and unbuttoned myself as I stood there in front of her and her husband/boyfriend. My cock was out and hard and I was rubbing just a little when the woman turned to face me. (I hadn't really gotten a good view of her face up to this point but now I could clearly see. She was about 30 years old with dark hair. She was short, maybe 5 feet even, with a nice little body. She was thin with firm looking B cups. I think I’ll maybe just help you along a little.” She reached up behind her and quickly unclasped her bra. She threw it straight onto the bed and immediately began rubbing her breasts and gently pulling on her already hard nipples. “Yes,” she hissed. “Stroke your hard cocks for me. Stroke those lovely wet pussies for me. Stroke your selves and stroke each other. I want you to cum for me. I want your cum.” She was getting quite worked up. She turned her back to the audience, slipped her thumbs.