"but you don't want my pity". I replied, reinforcing my steels in anticipation of an emotional assault from her. "May be. But you don't give what i wa...t either"because there are ...these barriers between us now" She shifted to rest her back on arm rest of the settee. Lifting up her legs she drew up her knees close to chest and folded her arms around them. She put her feet slightly apart and I saw, wedged like a pear between her shapely thighs, her thick cunt lips. They were spread out,. I just had my jockey shorts on.The video turned out to be a porn story about two gay men who sucked each other's penis, among other things. I wasn't really gay, I don't think, but I felt my teenage cock grow and get stiff. I also noticed Uncle Jack fondling his cock inside his boxer shorts. He asked me if I liked the video, and I nodded, without looking at him. He came over and sat beside me on the couch. He put my hand on his hard penis and moved my hand up and down his shaft. After I figured. I ignored the fact that I had already packed a bag that also included a chainmail halter top that I picked out and purchased online in the hopes that he’d like it. I ignored the fact that I already had printed out the guest pass to this Ren-faire. I desperately ignored the truth that I had fingered myself to no less than thirty orgasms over the past few days while thinking about him.I did my hair, trimmed my pubic hair, and made certain that my body was perfectly soft and smooth. Not for him!. I told her that I was putting clothes in the washing machine so wondering if there were any clothes here for washing. She said she will check. I asked her about the kurta and she said she had just worn it today.I took it in my hand as if examining it. I told her it looks fine. Then I took the sweaty portion of the arm and bought it to my nose, in front of her. I took a long sniff and acted casually. I looked at her and told her yes it doesn’t smell bad. Her expressions had changed. She was just.