This was one of those times. Jeanne finally broke the silence. "I hate to say this, but it's almost 11:30 here. While I wish I could talk all night, I...can't. I have to work in the morning." Mel said, "We understand Jeanne. It's only 10:30 here, but we're entertaining four men tomorrow. We need some rest too." Laughing, Amy added, "Michael has to play golf so he also needs his rest." Jeanne asked, "Michael, can I call again tomorrow night?" Amy answered for me. "Of course you can. Jeanne you're. All her concerns and worries seem to wash away from her. She is now feeling absolved of all guilt and burdens. The spanking with the brush stings as it lands, not only on her cheeks but upper thighs. Karen feels herself reaching a different height of excitement as Maude slows the brush and stops. Karen is a little frustrated that she did not climax, but Maude tells her to stand, and go sit on Dorothy’s lap. Karen does as she is told. Her cheeks are a bit sore as she settles into Dorothy’s. “Don’t stop there, show me what’s underneath” she cooed. Obliging I reached back with one arm and pulled off my T-shirt “Are you going to make me do all the hard work of taking off clothes?” I asked as I pulled my shirt over my head exposing my hairy, somewhat well-muscled, and pale PNW chest.“You can take mine off too; hold up.” She held up a hand, freezing me as she eyed my bare chest and arms. “Wow… look at you…” she breathed. I could tell she was getting turned on as well. Excellent. I. He got on top of me, centered his cockhead in my hole, and began sinking into me. I immediately thought of how I had tried to look soft for my uncle, and it definitely was a case of him sinking into my softness. He went so slowly, I started hitting his back with my fists and swearing at him.“Hurry up! Get your big dick inside me where it will do some good! Stop being an asshole, and fuck me, Uncle Harv,” I moaned.“So you really like having your uncle fuck you?” Uncle Harv asked.“Yes, I need.