You won’t have that problem with me, Ranjini……..Only if you allow me to fuck you and you can see your Uncle’s cock performance today”Ranjini...smiled “GOD……. I was hoping you would say that” as she got on the bed and laid on her back, “I have a confession to make Ranjini ” “oh what’s that then, Uncle” was her quick response “I have always dreamt of eating your young pussy and want badly to suck your perky nipples which I used to admire through your T-shirt”Ranjini looked at me and said. After about ten minutes I went back to see how Ellen was doing. Her eyes were closed and she had kicked the sheets onto the floor. She had one leg off each side of the table. She didn’t hear me approaching until I was at the door to my massage room. Apparently she was not as relaxed as I had thought. I think she had added a little extra massage of her own. My massage had actually gotten her aroused and tensions were building inside her. As I reached the doorway, I saw her quickly pull her hand. Danny became happier to just let things lie.Danny was also sensitive to the fact that Peter and Becky were growing closer together as a couple. Danny also made sure that they knew he was OK with the fact that they quite often wanted to do things that did not include him. Danny didn’t have any sort of a girlfriend as yet but he certainly wasn’t going to stand in the way of the romantic machinations going on in anyone else’s life. As for Rebecca Bartell - she was a beautiful blonde girl with a. “So he’s bored.”“I’m the one who got bored. Stabbed. Reamed. Screwed.”“Fucked.”“That too.” I paused. I don’t like that word, but... “I suppose. Somewhere in a number of times I lost count. Because it ain’t fucking if you’re in love.”“You’re serious about all this?”“Why wouldn’t I be?”“You could be, like ‘I made this HUGE mistake’ and now you’re tryin’ to cover up for it.”“Bink, I would spend the rest of my life on a desert island with ‘im. Or right there in his house, me and him, for the rest.