" She snapped her briefcase closed, turned on her heel, and went out to her car. In a moment she was back with a 30 pound bag of flour. For someone wh... seemed so skinny -- at least in certain places -- she must have been very strong, because she carried the bag like it was as light as a pillow."There," she said, putting the flour down on the counter. It was in a black plastic bag with red symbols on it that looked like hieroglyphics. Arnie thought it was strange that there was no label or. .. have you talked with your uncle yet?" she asked."Yes, he has no idea what this FBI guy is talking about, either. He says he talked with his friend about him bugging us, and he was told to leave us alone. But you know how they are. They think they see a conspiracy, and they have to dig into it. I just wish I knew what the hell they were talking about," I said."They are talking about us. We took your William to another planet. We inserted him into the wilds, to help teach the locals how to. As I sucked and lapped them she had an inspiration. My self-proclaimed shy and reserved wife handed me the camera, unhooked her safety belts, and kneeled on the seat, ass high in the window so the persistent trucker had a great view of her shapely ass and puffed, hairless pussy.She undid my shortss and forced them and my briefs to my ankles to free my pop-up cock. “Film that!“ she said as she pointed to my rod, “and this,” she added as she kissed, licked and sucked my stiffness into her mouth.. Uncle beau came back, bathed but once again in his boxers. He sat down on his blankets. I was lying in bed and couldn’t see him.“Uncle Beau, are you really going to sleep there?”“Yeah, I said it didn’t matter to me. It’ll be all right.”“Why?”“Why, what?”“Why are you going to sleep there? Why not sleep up here like you did before?”“You don’t mind?”“Why the hell should I? I didn’t last time.”“You aren’t a kid anymore, for one thing.”“That’s bullshit. I wasn’t a little kid last time.”He got up and.