I was so turned on and frightened at the same time. He was not like Micah at all. Standing in the foyer, he looked me up and down. He smiled, approvin... of my petite frame. “Take your shirt off again,” he demanded. I stared at him, taken aback. “Take it off,” he growled. I nervously unbuttoned my shirt and lightly tossed it on the floor. He stepped toward me, not quite pressing against me but close enough that I could feel his warmth and smell his deep cologne. “Your bra.” On command, I removed. I had taken off his shirt already, exposing his six pack. I had started to pull his pants down exposing a seven inch appendage that had been sticking through his boxers. I looked up at him and he laughed. I then said, "I might have some trouble fitting that in my mouth." He smiled and said, "Just try." I pulled his dick out and started sucking on it. I heard him moan. As I kept sucking I tasted his pre-cum and oh my god was it good. I started to play with his balls and I could tell he enjoyed. I hummed with the cock deep down my throat, making Uncle Aidan almost buckle to his knees, while thrusting my hips back in Uncle Joe’s direction. Uncle Joe complied by pounding into me at the same time I thrust back so that the combined force was enough to rock the couch.Uncle Joe’s 9-inch cock slid easily into the slippery puddle of my cunt that his brother left behind. I moaned and writhed at the invasion of my fuck hole as he pounded into me. Uncle Joe was 6 feet tall and had blonde hair. One night, I said, “Are you trying to fuck me to the altar?”“If that’s what it takes,” she said.“Connie, you have to realize that’s not the answer,” I said, “We never had a problem in the bedroom. The problem was with my job, and that hasn’t changed; if anything it’s gotten a little worse as I’ve thrown myself even more into my work.”“I understand, Henry,” Connie said, “and I’ve learned my lesson. I know what I have to lose!”“You didn’t before?” I asked. “You actually thought you could fuck.