He pulled my shorts back on. My cousin asked me about how much i was spanked but i lied about it. I didnt want him to feel bad that he was the only on... spanked. After that we ended up watching tv. Uncle was outside getting drunk. My cousin and I ended up sleeping. It was late night and i woke up to a touch. I opened my eyes to see My uncle standing there in his undies. He had his cock out and it was huge. It was about 8 inches big. It was really thick and he was stroking it. He saw me and gave. .his wife. She was in her mid to late 40's ( we was a bit younger), a little rough around the edges, but attractive. She had long dirty blonde hair, a nice body and what looked like a great rack. He hair was in pig tails, and she was wearing a school girl outfit, complete with way too short kilt, thigh high socks, and a white button down that was only closed by one button. Her ample cleavage was popping out of her little shirt. I was told to drop the towel and come lay on the edge of the. " Get it? You never should have lost my drugs in the first place." I didn't lose them. My stash was in the trunk of my car, which I let my old lady borrow to go visit her mom. I'll have them tonight, Mr. Hammer, I swear."It hit me at once who he was talking to. That was Vince "the Hammer." I'd heard his last name, but it was something ethnic I couldn't pronounce or spell. He was a mid-level mob boss accused of over a dozen murders, but never convicted. It seemed the witnesses always. " You can't blame Susan for all of it. You wrote me that dreadful letter. It was your signature on the bottom, not Susan's."She frowned and sipped her drink. Then she wiped her eyes, "I don't blame Susan for all of it. And that letter was one of the inexplicable things in whatever Susan was playing at. Looking back, I can see some of the things that Susan did that did do damage, that manipulated me. She argued so heavily that I must give you time to decide for yourself if you wanted me back..