“Are you all right, then?”She lifted her eyes to him. “No, Uncle Kevin, I’m not. It sucked. I mean, he wasn’t mean or hurtful. It was ju...t that; a fucking. Nothing else.”“Were you expecting something different?”She paused a moment to consider. “I don’t know. Maybe I was. I don’t know. It was…” She sighed, her apprehension obvious. “It wasn’t anything special. Just a fucking.”He smiled at her tenderly. “They’ll be gone tomorrow.”“Was she special for you?” Taylor asked him. The shocks stopped. She could see the studs as they waited for her strength to drain from her arms and legs. She turned to the man. He had sat back down in his chair and was finishing his breakfast. He watched silently as she battled with all her strength to stay away from the floor. She watched the indifference in his eyes as she slowly weakened.In the end she felt herself slipping down with her hands. She refused to beg the man for help, even if he would, which she doubted. Unable to grip. I guided her hand down to my waist and at first she played with my dick through my trunks then she slid it in my trunks and grabbed my dick and played with it. I was leaking precum and as we kissed she told me it was all wet like the last time. She told me I was a horny boy. I kissed her and told her she made me that way and after more making out I slid my hand in her bikini bottom and felt her pussy. She had a little hair and her pussy was all wet too. I fingered her and massaged around. ****************** For close to twenty years, we spent almost every day and night together. The evenings that she went out with friends were hard on me. I would pace back and forth like a lion in a cage until she came home. As I heard her at the front door I would sit in my big overstuffed chair and pretend I was interested in the newspaper or a book. Alyssa would tell me about her exciting evening, kiss me goodnight, and go to bed. The few weekend or sometimes week long trips that she went on.