We’d been spending more time together by then, hanging out like old times. As my relationship continued to decay, a little separation was not only w...nted, it was needed. Roxy’s rusted VW had long since been left in my garage and now she was driving my SUV whenever possible, dropping me off and then skidding away, off to another yoga class or maybe to drop some coin on Melrose. During the week, when I was at work, she thought nothing of fifty-dollar cab rides to the beach of her choice. Roxy was. She'd stare him down and make him tell the truth. He looked up and returned her gaze. She could handle this. It was only some weird effect of the drugs that made his eyes look so strange. If she just focused, stared him down and made him confess, then she could get out of here, file her report, and be done with it. But she knew it was imperative that she return his gaze. If she appeared weak, he would lie to her like a dog. Six years as a parole officer had taught her how to deal with people. He fucked my ass hole shamelessly, pounding it so hard that dishes began to slide off the end of the table, not that we cared about dishes at that point! Uncle Clyde continued to thrust away, now alternating back and forth between my hot holes, until I couldn’t hold back any longer, and my teen juices gushed forth like hot lava from a volcano. He pulled out of me, slipped me off the table to my knees, and shoved his nearly cumming cock into my mouth. He must have read my mind, because I was. " Huh?" You heard me, Harry. You've got to get your head out of Self-Loathing Land and come back here where the rest of us are. Yeah, you got rough with the slut. Number one, she bought that E-Ticket ride; number two, I saw your face... you stopped when you had enough to do the job, when you couldn't take it anymore... you didn't keep going out of some sick perverse need to torture her... you stopped. With what you had on that whore you could have degraded and humiliated her all night long,.