I was wondering if my uncle would ever leave. After about thirty or forty-five minutes, he did.I heard Dave shut, and lock the door. He called out, "H...'s gone."I walked out of hiding, and into his arms. I looked up admiring lyrics into his eyes and said, "So now can I have you all to myself for the night?"He smiled. I knew it was about to be a great night. Every night I could spend with him was full of love. We kissed, he stopped to breathe, "I'm all yours."I smiled and took his hand guiding. Her anus looked pristine, but I knew the stuff was still inside her gut and she would be embarrassed without the strawberry lotion I crammed up her brown eye to get her slick and ready for anal sex.I remembered how she had paid me back in turn for my anal attention with her flexible tongue. I was not one much for enemas and I appreciated her departure from her prim and proper approach to sex in all its forms. The sound of my dick squishing past her sphincter and her involuntary shouts of. As was I.I must have been staring at her, taking her in, for a couple of minutes. She looked over at me."What?" I'm sorry. I just... I love you." Why? Because you're going to get lucky?" I already am lucky."Her brakes squealed as she stopped. "Come here."I was a few feet ahead of her so I turned around and rode back, facing her as I came to a stop.She reached out and pulled me in. Her eyes closed, she raised her mouth and we swapped souls. Or something like that.I imagine we could have held. I suppose that if a tiny part of me still didn’t feel like she was mine, I could’ve even been happy for her. After we finished our meals, we moved over to the bar and sat for a couple of hours, drinking and talking. The majority of our conversations consisted of small talk. We told stories about what we’d been up to in the last couple of years and all at once, it seemed we ran out of things to talk about. Marcela broke the silence by saying “It’s so good to be hanging out with you two.