Old Jim, or uncle Jim as we called him at home, was a grumpy old bastard who was known to chase people off his property with a loaded shotgun. He was ...y mother’s uncle and I knew him well, so he probably wouldn’t shoot me, but the girl couldn’t know that. Why then would she ask me to go to such a perilous place? Was she testing me? Did I have to prove my valor by risking my life to be with her? Or had my rejection angered her and was she now playing a cruel trick on me?Then another idea came to. "Don't tell me what to do!" He yelled at me, and slapped my face. I didn't expect it, and tears welled up in my eyes. I liked it though. He had never given me this much attention, no one had. I wasn't very popular at school, that's why I started to act out and dress provocatively. I was begging for attention, in any capacity. This just happened to be a massive turn on at the same time. "I'm sorry daddy!" I whimpered back. He bent down and started sucking my nipples like a straw in a thick. He accepts the situation as it is, and turns a blind eye to our antics. If she returns home with love bites all over her perfect tits, he tries to ignore the fact. I’ve lost count of the number of times I have sent her back to him with both of her holes stretched and dripping with my spunk. She has returned with her hair and face plastered with my spunk and drenched in sexual perspiration. Each and every time he ignores her flaunted sexual satisfaction and goes about his business as though. "I put two into him. That fixed him good. I always figured he was a crook the prices he charged for a pound of coffee."His wife turned to me. "He told me this afternoon he was leaving me. He said he was coming into some money and didn't want nothing more to do with me. He was taking the money in the store account and I could have the store to run or sell, he didn't care. What am I going to do now? I'm finally rid of the old fool and he leaves me with nothing." Just a minute?" I opened the door.