“Do you like touching it?”“What?”Her eyes moved fractionally downward. “That.”“Oh. Of course.” It was a source of pleasure. Why wouldn...��t I?She nodded. “I like it too.”That surprised me. I hadn’t thought of Zuri having feelings in the same way. “How often?”She shrugged. “Two, three times a day. Whenever.” She bent at the waist, letting the blossoms drift around her fingertips.That about lined up with my own experience. “Show me?”She turned to me and smiled. “I’d rather have you do it.”“Oh.” My. I knew the word, but I had never really thought of what I did with Uncle as incest – just a sort of silly game. The really big money, though, wasn’t for uncle/niece stuff, but brother/sister or father/daughter. And it had to be real – it was always obvious when it was faked, he said. I knew somehow where this was leading, and it scared me. But he was talking about £250, split between me and ‘whoever in the family I wanted to fuck’. He knew right well that was a very limited field. My. With love, the more you inject, the easier it is to keep on living. I sat on the low concrete step of my front porch, my beer between my feet, still wearing my work uniform, a pair of khaki pants and a black polo with ‘Ranch Bowl Entertainment Center’ embroidered tastefully over the left breast. Why anyone who works in a bowling alley should dress like a yuppie is beyond me. Maybe it’s a subtle joke. I do not know. Lifting the beer bottle from between my feet, I took a swig and did my best to. Oh, well. Better late than never. Well, we're going to make up for lost time.Alright, honey. I'm going to need you to get ready. Reach behind yourself with both hands and spread those plump ass cheeks. Yes, honey. Spread them as far as they can go. Come on, now, I think them big butt cheeks can be stretched further. Yeah, almost there. Show me that butt hole. Oh, I can see it now. Nice and pink. You've got a lovely butt hole, honey. I'm not just saying that. I like what I see. Alright, now..