It now felt like a mad rush to the finish. I was surely over the top and it seemed like a question of whom first. Soon I got my answer.”Aaaaaaaaaaaa...hhhhhhhhhhhh….you… are…a…real…m…a…n… ” exploded my cunt walls releasing a whole lot of wetness. My love juices flowed out of me as though they never wanted to end. I haven’t came so much before that I was fully sapped up of any energy and lay still. Uncle didn’t stop this time and continued to pump harder and harder. He was grunting and groaning as. . on asking her where was roy ? she simply said " he's up stairs " so i thought he must be in the shower or something ?we drank our coffee's and helen said that if it suited me i was welcome to stay over if i wanted , i thought to myself you try and fucking stop me, with my mind still in overdrive as to what the weekend might hold ? i said that i had nothing planned but lets see how things pan out, not wanting to appear to keen as you never really know how things might turn out ?so by now i was. If you think this sounds like I don't care what I wear, you'd be wrong. I care, but I've learned the hard way that my clothes are usually the first casualty in any crisis situation. Wearing nice things would just mean more grief over leaving them behind somewhere or having to tear them to shreds trying to get them off in a blazing great hurry. The fanny-pack around my waist held the stuff I really needed when the proverbial stuff hit the proverbial fan: a bullet-resistant catsuit, some throwing. ”“I thought it was sooner than that,” I said. “Dad was so infatuated with Mrs. K that he spent most of the first day of band camp talking to her.”“He’s admitted that,” Mom said, “and they did start running together in the mornings while you were in band camp, but nothing really happened between them until they went to lunch on the first day of classes. They talked until it was almost time to pick you up from school and Linda kissed him as they were leaving.”“I remember they were late,” I.