He told him that it was their secret and he could never tell what he saw. Londarrien swore. It was not the first time he’d seen his uncle fuck a sis...y – that had been a year earlier.“bro,” Murk had started back then. “Do you got any questions about what you just saw?”“I mean, uh, naw I don’t guess,” Londarrien stumbled.“Do you know what you saw?”“Yeah, you fucked a dude.”“Not a dude. A faggot.”“So you gay?”“No, I’m not gay. You’re young now, but you’ll understand when you get older. Sometimes a. Tumbled out in the heat and emotion of the most profound sexual experience of her life. It had touched her emotionally in a totally new way.At that moment she wanted to be with Mo' every waking hour, to be his, to be held, to be crushed against him. She felt bonded to him.She turned her head to suck in some oxygen when she noticed his dick, still hard, standing straight up between his legs.It looked lonely all by itself, so she idly began to play with it. She rubbed her fingertips, lightly up. Then her trousers, unzipped and slipped off pretty skinny legs. Healthy rather than skin-and-bone. Lean. There’s no fat on her.She removes her little bra and a small pair of boobs, little more than big nipples, just sit there. Panties next – lots of untrimmed pussy hair. As she moves around we can also see that she hasn’t shaved under her arms for a week or two either.The door to her surgery/examination room opens and Samson enters, Greg following behind at the end of his chain. The dog looks. D. He remembered me from last time. Instead, he just motioned me in with a nod of his head.The last time I was here, I'd told a couple rowdy college students to shove off. They had been making trouble all night, and had actually followed Moose, Joanna, and myself from another bar we had been at earlier. They were both hitting on Joanna quite hard, and I had run interference. I was good at that. Not a particularly good wingman, but I'm good at interference for my lady friends. I'm either.