Well, maybe I should say “change my life”. I’d worked hard and never found a “perfect partner”, although the blond I said goodbye to was pre...ty good in and out of bed.I’d also inherited my grandparents’ house at the edge of a small farming community in eastern Oklahoma. I was tired of the city so I thought I’d try the bucolic life. I’d visited there as a youngster and my father had spoken fondly of a girl he knew at a nearby farm, confiding to me that she had taught him “about women”. Her name. She even wondered if she was the product of those two.She told me how her mom and uncle had always been close. Uncle Ben spent most evenings with them when she was growing up and had even taken them on vacations. Since she had been out of the house, her mom and uncle had taken a few trips together. She was convinced they were lovers, and she definitely was feeling she was their product. She said she didn't care one way or the other, they should just live together in Ben's big house and enjoy. Carefully he wrapped his arms around her and unfastened the knotted cloth at her waist, letting it fall to her feet as he brought his hands to her supple breasts. As he groped them he played with her nipples, teasingly pinching and pulling them while he kissed the bronze skin at her neck. When he was satisfied, he took a step back and playfully slapped her ass before walking back to the computer chair. Taking off his pants and underwear, he made himself comfortable as he sat down and stroked. Mac was there, still as a rock, watching the range of emotions play on my face.“Holy, shit! Move…breathe…or something! Jesus, I thought you were a statue,” I exclaimed, scowling.I’m not a morning person, never claimed to be.“Morning,” he drawled, “My aren’t you in a good mood.”“What happened last night?” I asked, frown deepening.“I trained you, massaged you, and then made you cum,” he stated plainly.“No…I mean how did you end up in my bed. I barely remember the trip home,” I inquired.“After.