She had remembered seeing his penis before long ago, but never had it moved on its own, or start to grow. Neat. Her daddy immediately rolled off from ...er and pulled his pants up. Whats happening? she asked. Nothing. You said you would always tell me the truth. Alright, alright. Lets change into dry clothes and then Ill explain. Can we change together? No. Why not? Why dont you like me anymore? What-? I still like you. Why do push me onto mom now then? Honey, lets talk about this after we. He was the uncle who always seemed to understand about me being curious. He gave me my first drink of alcohol, my first playboy and even let me watch his pornos. I was so comfortable with him that we had even jacked ourselves off in front of each other a couple of times while watching them. But I had never mentioned the experiences I had with men, and he never gave any clue that being bi was of any interest to him at all. That changed one Friday night when I was at his house while mom was. Oh, and did I mention he's not white? He's from Fiji (sort of black/indian complexion). She loved the idea of a black cock and he confided in her that he loves white women -- blondes in particular, which my sweet bride is. She ended up pinning me against the bathroom door in our house and attacking me with passionate kisses. She then dropped to her knees and sucked me off. She gave me at least 2 blow jobs a day for about a week while telling me how wonderful it felt to have his cock in her. I was hard to accept the fact that he died. The rumor was that he had a massive heart attack in bed, while fucking three 18 year olds. Everyone else was so ashamed and embarrassed, but I hoped the rumor was true. The old guy deserved to die happy.I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear most of the reading of the will. But I perked up when I heard my name mentioned. "And to my nephew, Ben, I leave the contents of this envelope." The lawyer handed me a large manilla envelope. I was a.