Originally things were great. Lucy and Stephen hadbeen friends for years so there was a level of comfort with each otherthat takes most couples years ...o achieve. However there was a littleissue that kept niggling away at Stephen. Lucy seemed completely adverseto sex. In the two months they had been going out Stephen had receivedzero action aside from a lot of making out in his car and a ratherlacklustre handjob. His many attempts were always refuted with a 'notyet'. It made things worse that. She said yes. So I took the cherry from her sundae and she said ‘not that one’.”“What?!”“Yeah.”“She wasn’t joking?”“No. She was serious.”“So?”“We talked. A lot. I made sure she knew what she was asking. And that she wasn’t in love with me or had any silly notions.”“Are you going to?”“If I do, is it a problem?”“No. It’s not a problem. I’m OK with it.”“You’re sure? You’re 100% sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”“Go show her a good time. Make her see stars. But come back to me. Just come back to. He-he!”He reached inside his inner jacket and pulled out a cigar. “Sorry. If you like being a maid, then who cares what other people think. Should always do things that makes you happy!”He was so right. I might have been pushed around by my lord. Though I found it naughty and sexy, it never really made me happy. I would be so happy if I could be with Lauren. Oh beautiful sexy Lauren and her pretty nylon toes and well-shaped legs. But now I sat here with a middle-aged sexy and amazingly. ”“And that turns you on, doesn't it?”“No!” she gasped as his tongue entreated entry on her hot snatch.“No?” he returned.“It's your,” he struggled to speak, the combined senses of her uncle's touch and the sheer wrongness of the situation was too much to handle. “It's your cock. It's so big, and the smell makes me dizzy.”“So that's it?”“Yes! Don't stop. I fucking hate your guts, but I can't stop thinking of your huge cock.”Her uncle didn't answer, unless you count thoroughly rolling his tongue.