He took the chair offered — his usual when visiting — but he was walking carefully as if one of us were a wild animal and the slightest noise woul... provoke an attack. His wife Aunt Fran joined him walking just as carefully.“Uncle Peter, this is Nallen t’Laptrour ... my husband.”“Wow, I didn’t think you were even interested...”“I wasn’t. He opened my eyes ... he’s very special, Uncle Peter, as in ‘not from here’ special.”He shook his head as if rejecting the idea, turning instead to his. But that is not always true."I saw that both Joe and Isa were very surprised that I was declaring our feelings so openly before the people who were in the situation of being our parent and guardian.Joe was the first to speak as he took in this statement."It is true in a lot of cases Peter, and though you say you love my daughter things can and do change at your age. You have only known each other a relatively short time." That depends on how you are measuring time sir."What do you mean Peter?. She had very long black hair and her face had heavy makeup."The little one is awake," she said.She came over to me and lifted the back of my plastic pants. "And she is very wet."A man comes into the room. He is older with gray hair and a trimmed beard. "She is a cute one," he said."Was she expensive?" asked the maid."Slaves are never cheap."Now I was really getting upset. What happened? Where was I? Did Sandy sell me to this man?"Let's get her dressed," said the maid."Wonderful," exclaimed the. It was an incredible sensation cock to cock in her warm mouth. We were in sexual nirvana.I pulled Carol to her feet and crushed my mouth on her lips. She tasted like cum. She led us both to the bed by our cocks. She told me to lay flat on the bed on my back. She knelt over me and slowly lowered herself on my prick. Her cunt was wet and warm. I pushed up into her relishing the velvet sensations, my cock gliding in and out of her cunt. She rode me for a few minutes then looked over her.