She stood like a statue for a moment, then her breath hitched and she flung her arms around me. “Oh Uncle Ronnie,” she said, then broke down and s...arted sobbing. I stroked her hair and made comforting noises. I held back the inane platitudes like “it’s okay” and “let it out;” she and I were both realists and we’d had many conversations about just such philosophical topics as the utter uselessness of such empty words. Instead I just hugged her for a moment and rode out the storm of tears. When. She walked out I’m still sitting here looking stupid af looking in the air shaking my fucking head. So here she comes again with her purse. I said you play to fucking much. You been playing since ELEM…The next thing I know is she comes in the door with that purse. Pops the buttons on her shirt throws that shit down. Big ass chocolate titties hanging out that fucking bra. She grabs the belt from my khaki cargo shorts, rips it off and pulls down my pants grabbed my meat. She started stroking it,. For that evening I selected to wear a beautiful lightly starched white dress shirt with wing collar, a short necktie that only came down to my bellybutton so my fat gut would be fully exposed as it ballooned the shirt, a dark suit jacket and suit pants that were way too small in the waist so my belly would really spill over the waistline. I looked so hot!!! When I walked in I noticed that the 30 or so other people there were all men and the exception of a few obvious trannys. I'm fascinated by. It was to be sweaty to give a more exotic look. Do you get anything to drink? Yes. The maid gives me a cup of coffee. That’s good. What you do is pour that stuff on your dress and You yourself clean it. Do it in such a way that it is all over. Now as usual tell him to clean it. And you also accompany. Take his hand and press your boobs and don’t give any reactions. If his parents were there then cancel it.Thursday: as soon as she entered the house, saw the mother. She greeted ma mom and thought.
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