The tiny kitchen was a good thing. When I took my exercise, the traffic outside was a pain. I couldn’t get used to the cars speeding by.The distance... between the studio apartment building, and other places I needed to go was pretty far. I was in good shape, but it was still quite a distance to the nearest grocery store. Especially with a couple of grocery bags to lug home.The idea of getting a car was scary as hell. I know most cons dream of driving places, but I didn’t. I knew that at almost. Uncle Gary sighed and let go of me. I pulled away as he turned the wateroff. We got out and dried each others' bodies. We dressed quickly and madeour way back to Uncle Gary's room. The rest of the family was stillasleep. When we got there, Uncle Gary slipped on his white undershirtagain. I stayed in my basketball shorts, leaving my boxer briefs discardedat the foot of the bed. Uncle Gary walked to his computer where the imageof the couple fucking was still blaring brightly. I moved to his side. . Now I really felt like a little slut! I changed their cocks to my mouth like every 5 to 10 seconds... The fact that this was happening got me much more excited than the feeling, taste, sense and sent of those dicks. It felt like on a sexual roller-coaster: building up the excitement first while watching the 5 and then getting unexpectedly involved after being pulled and launched in the deep for a fast and arousing horny ride! The lucky guys were more close to me now, some standing, some. He wanted other people to see him like this; hundreds, thousands of people. He wanted them to see him with his blue hair and matching eye makeup. He wanted them to see his shiny blue thong, shaved cock, and plucked eyebrows. He especially wanted them to see him with a huge cock buried up his ass. He needed his girl to take some more pictures,"Hey, come take some pictures while I ride this cock." Don't worry, I've been taking some the entire time!"He really didn't need to tell her. She had had.