”“Are you sure?” I asked.“It’s the only fair thing to do,” she replied.“All right then, I give you the same permission,” I said.“I d...n’t think that will be necessary,” she answered, “I don’t think I’ll have time for anything but work.”“Where will you be working?” I asked.“The USA,” she replied, “I’m flying out on Wednesday.”“Oh, great,” I said.We talked for another ten minutes and then said our goodbyes and I walked through and handed the phone back to Cal.Five minutes later, Cal ended the call. She reached and squeezed his crotch “You dirty old devil...come on, I have a husband to go home to!”She dropped Ted off and drove home. What would she tell Mike? What should she tell him? Had she gone too far? She had just given her uncle a blow job in a public bar.....not the actions of a respectable married woman! Mike had said that anything goes as far as he was concerned...but did he really mean it? What if this was a step too far? “As long as it gives you pleasure, it's alright with me.”. He was raised on a huge farm and helped work the land from an early age. The muscles he has were not made in a gym or with the assistance of a personal trainer and protein shakes, but from hard strenuous work and using his hands. Sometimes I have to shake myself back to reality when he's around because my mind wandering to thoughts of his big strong calloused hands running up and down my body. When I masturbate, It's his face and his body I see. I smile at myself in the bathroom mirror,. Rex, quit that! No! she yelled, but although he backed up a step when she said that, he went right back to nosing her little panties. My shorts were feeling very tight in the crotch, when I noticed he was starting to lick at her panties, and her shrieks were changing pitch. He was enjoying licking at her ass and panty covered pussy, and although she was still telling him no, some of the conviction had gone out of her voice. Her cheerleader practice must have made her legs and pussy smell great.