I looked at myself in the mirror. Tears were running out of my eyes and I splashed water on my face to wash them away. I glanced into my office and ju...t pulled the door closed and locked it. I couldn’t face looking at the screen again. I left the building, locked the door and wished I could burn it down rather than face what I’d left inside.I’d walked two blocks before I grabbed my cell phone out of my pocket I wanted to call John Patterson and tell him someone was spoofing his identity. As if. . cup my sack ... stroke me...” Even as my boobies stiffened and my quim moistened at the thought, my eyes welled up for no reason at all. Somehow, I had come to think that we had developed a special relationship, and that I was becoming more to him than a distant cousin. That I had no logical basis for such a belief made but little impression on my emotions, and I had to bite my lip to remain silent.Eventually my uncle gave out with a loud groan, and a minute later, Siobhan made her first. Sheri told me that I had an awesome thick cock and that she loved the feeling as it slid into her. She twisted over in bed so that we were in the missionary position and held onto my arse as she sucked on my nipples and she kept up a breathlessness chant of harder, harder harder. I fucked her for a good twenty minutes like this until she started to beg me to come inside her."Please fill me up, you big cock stud", she said. But her cunt was so sloppy and I needed to piss and try as I might I. I'm just saying I did it for a reason. I'm sorry it made you feel bad." Visceral? Do you always talk like that? Sometimes you sound like a thesaurus."He laughed. "You're actually hearing me trying not to do that. I really work on, well, trying to say things in a way most people can understand. Sometimes the perfect word jumps into my mind and out of my mouth." I'm not complaining. It's just surprising to hear sometimes: visceral, disingenuous. Anyway, I wanted to know if we could give this.