He was my uncle on my father's side, and he was a right character. If ever you wanted anything, then uncle Roger would somehow manage to get hold of i.... I wouldn’t consider him as a criminal, more of a loveable rogue.Come Christmas we never had to buy a tree because my uncle would always suddenly appear with one, along with the biggest turkey you have ever seen, saying, with a cheesy grin on his face, “they just fell off the back of a lorry.”Uncle Roger used to have a milk round. Back when milk. Someone was squatting between my legs so I couldn’t close them and, to be honest, I’m not sure I could have anyway at that point.It soon became obvious that it was Fred licking my cunt, as Bill came around in front of me with his cock sticking out, stiffer and more swollen than I had ever seen it. “By this time I was almost involuntarily pushing my cunt back into Fred’s face so that his nose was in my vagina and I could not help groaning. Then Bill instructed Fred “Don’t let her come – this. ”They got into their respective cars and Jim followed Lisa to her home. It had a long driveway and plenty of privacy. She motioned for him to put his car in the spacious garage and then waited for him to park and get out.Jim got out of his car as Lisa was closing the garage door. He followed her up three steps from the garage into a hallway that led to the kitchen. It was huge with professional appliances in gleaming stainless steel. Jim had always wanted a kitchen like this. He was the cook in. He was walking down the street trying to look innocent, but as it’s a cul-de-sac and he had oil down the front of his jeans it was a dead give-away.” The man laughed dryly.“D’you know who he is?”“He’s not talking, but he will,” said the officer. “Anyone got it in for you?”“Oh yes,” John said with feeling, “but I didn’t think he’d be daft enough to try something like this.”Then he outlined what had passed between Liam and himself earlier that day, and the sacking of the man.“If you come to the.