He slowly peeled her lips apart and swiped his tongue across her center, making her moan and arch further into him. He looked up at her face, her eyes...scrunched tight, her hands gripping at the comforter above her head. He made lazy circles over her clit with his thumb before swiping his tongue across her again. He pressed harder into her clit, her hips rising farther off the bed to meet his face and he stuck his tongue inside of her, penetrating her with his mouth. She moaned out his name and. She blinked twice in stunned silence, then leaned in to the mic. "Happy Birthday to you," she sang, her mind racing to remember his name. His hands roamed up her body from her pussy to her breasts. "Happy Birthday to you," she continued, his hands grabbing her wrists and pulling them out to the side. "Happy Birthday, Mr. Boss," she finally sang nervously. He didn't seem to mind. His hands cupped her hanging tits and pinched her nipples that stood up hard and pointed from her shameful arousal.. I was sure the old guy would know exactly where to stuffhis cock. I peeked through the hole in the door, but it was dark. Iturned the knob and found he'd locked it from his side. Damn! It seemedI was out of luck. But my desire for cock was such that I decided toknock on the door gently. After a few seconds I lost my nerve andturned to walk back to my room, when I heard the door unlock and open."Benny, we've got to talk!" My uncle was in his boxing shorts, I waswrapped in my towel. I was not in. .. to which she replied "I'll talk to who I please, and if I did you'd never know anyways".This would spark a new phase in not just our marriage, but within myself. I became jealous, and a spy. I spent years going through everything. It was seek and destroy. I even caught one of the guys she cheated on me with, and humiliated him out of talking to her ever again because of how terrible he was in bed. Small penis, premature... but that's not where the story goes.This made me numb.To everything,.