She and I had fallen into bed after meeting by chance in a bar while I was familiarizing myself with the City's weather peculiarities: It was July! I ...as having soup and recovering from freezing my ass off in my way-too-light windbreaker that I had erroneously thought would be adequate while waiting for a bus to come up Columbus. Nobody was strolling casually around the outdoor tourist sights in the fog and wind and her day was sucking financially, so she was bagging it. I had no idea of what. “Thanks, Uncle Dan. I would love that!”My uncle pulled me down from the porch swing and led me back inside the house.“Let’s see here,” he thought aloud. “Why don’t you come over here and sit on this chair?” He pulled one of his wood dining room chairs out into the middle of the room. I followed his direction and sat down.“Should I change clothes, Uncle Dan? I wasn’t planning on having my picture taken today.” I was wearing a small white t-shirt and a very short pair of denim shorts. The shirt. . most of which even I’d never heard of. The groups you have heard of, The Illuminati, Skull and Bones, Bilderberg Group, Bohemian Grove, Golden Dawn, Opus Dei, Ordo Templi Orientis, Freemasons, and dozens of other historical or modern Hermetic-Trismegistic occult groups ... are all amateur wankers, or puppet groups that lurk about or act from the shadows upon their behalf. Weird, but scary stuff.Old Doc Wilder had been one of them once but had rebelled, taking about a third of their members. That dessert was good, but Id prefer something a little more tasty, he says with a smirk and pulls my tight red lace dress up, seeing that I went without panties to dinner, and groans as he dives between my legs. I feel his mouth and tongue everywhere, on my thighs, my lips, my folds, my clit and finally inside my cunt. I moan louder and louder, not caring who hears now that Ali is across the hotel. He eats my pussy wonderfully before coming up for air and kissing me, sharing my juices with me.