I'd lost my appetite.I slept fitfully that night. I kept thinking about the last thing she had said to me that day when Eddie had all but killed me. A... she was leaving with him she had bent over my head and whispered, "I do this for love. Goodbye, my husband. I will always adore you."I had tossed and turned as questions ran through my head. Did she mean that she had done it for her love of Eddie? Or did she mean me? Why would she say she would always adore me? Why did she call me 'my husband'?. But I did not have such hesitancy at all. I was clear in my mind – that night, uncle’s cock is going to be buried deep in my pussy. We reached home and we got inside, locked the door. Then faced each other wondering where to start.I broke the ice by saying, “Uncle, will you hug me? And not like uncle hugging Indu. I want DickRaja’s hug to his fuckpuppet”.He broke into a smile and opened his arms. I rushed in and hugged him tightly, while uncle held me tenderly.I sighed. “Not like that, uncle.. “John. What the hell is all this about? I let you use my credit card because I thought you were responsible enough. I guess I was wrong. I want you to go find a job tomorrow because you are going to pay for this. I’m not letting you off the hook this time.” I had recently been fired from my job and I had to find another one soon. I was surprised my mom was so angry because she is almost never angry. My mom is a very forgiving and kind person. I knew she was mad now but it would not last and she. He took a deep breath and paused.When Violet nodded, he pulled down the straps of the pink dress, and Violet raised her arm. It was obvious that it took a great deal of effort for John Smith to lower the dress slowly, he winced when he could see her bra, and again when the pair of matching panties was revealed. Once it was on the ground, Violet clumsily stepped out of her dress. Then with a coy smile, she let herself fall back onto the bed, displaying her body in the beautiful, black.