He had lost Aunt Audrey in the past year, but it seemed like the more I visited him, the less sad he was about her death. I love my Uncle, so I kept v...siting him as often as I could.Of course, our routines moved forward as well. What started out as us jerking off together, and then moved to my Uncle shooting his big load down my throat, had advanced over the last two weeks; yes, Uncle Vinny was still jerking off with me, yes he was still cumming on me, yes he was still cumming down my throat -. .”“Never mind,” she quickly says, not really interested in what he has to say. “Unless you’re here to offer me some help, I’m not interested.”“Well, that’s what I’m here for.”Of course it is.“You called me silly, why?”“Well, because it seems downright silly you talking to yourself,” he answers, smiling.Penelope frowns for a second, realizing that it could probably sound quite silly her talking to Hazel and no one able to see the cat. She laughs a little. “How do you know what I need?”“Well, I. I got out as quick as I could; I couldn't keep the job if I stopped, fuck fuck fuck.It took the whole drive to the plant to calm me down enough, to get my erection calmed down enough to where I could stand and not get fired.Sure enough, the power was out at the whole plant. All the breakers had tripped, right up to and including the mains."You sure took your sweet time getting here. Did you have a nice time? Do you have any idea how much this outage is costing us?" The plant manager was his. One time after running in the sprinklers in my back yard, we were playing in the big playhouse grandpa built for us, still in our swim suits. I was sitting on the bench and she started to pat me between the legs...OH!" I was rubbing her clit and it interrupted her story."Please continue, mom. I want to hear the rest."With effort, she continued, her eyes shut more tightly. "It felt good when she touched me there. I opened my legs wider and she fiddled around with the ridges of my vagina for a.