"Who is us?" I asked."You remember us from the other night don't you?" George chimed in."I...I ...." I couldn't finish the sentence."We'll meet you in...the garage," Alan said.I knew what they wanted and my ass was still sore from Friday night but I went down to the garage just the same. Alan, Ted, Mark, Stan and George were there as well as an older man named Larry. He had white hair and appeared to be in his sixties. They were standing around a Chevy van and when I came down the stairs they. Finally, I acquiesced to his offer, taking my own rubber duck panties from his hand. Yet, my uncle J didn't budge, standing tall before me. It was only then that I realized he expected me to change in front of him.My legs quivered, my clumsy knees banged into each other as I bent over just slightly so that I could cautiously pull down my dirty underwear, careful not to strike my own face against my uncle's penis as I hinged over. I maneuvered methodically so that my skirt would guise my. Sally and I followed her in.It wasn't the biggest of bathrooms and the shower was over the bath. It was tidy enough but given the harsh bright lighting it might well have killed the passion had we stopped to take in our surroundings properly.We weren't given that time because once Samantha had reached in and turned the shower on, Sally was already stripping, lifting her lycra top off to reveal her sports bra. "I've got 30 minutes," she repeated.Samantha and I followed her lead and we all. I leaned against the counter to collect myself. I looked for the wine. “Hurry up in there Ricky!” Among the messy hors d’oeuvres I spotted a green half gallon jug. That must be the wine. I grabbed the skinny neck of the bottle and made my way back into the living room. As I entered, so did Donna from across the room. I dropped the skinny necked bottle on my foot. I didn’t feel it. “You strike me as this kind of guy,” Donna asserted. She also twirled around..