The main floor of the home was a typical large show home for its day, with tall ceilings, and a number of modest sized rooms. Off of the south end, Un...le Mathias had built a solarium that soon became a combination solarium and sitting room, where people loved to gather, sip a brandy, or whatever, and talk or read. Against the wall between the solarium and the house, was a bar of about twelve feet long and guests were welcome to bring a bottle of their favorite libation or a six pack of beer.. No ... but? You're not going to ... like ... put it in there are you?" Did Uncle Bill do that?" Aunt Lucy told him to do it ... she said because Mommy abused him then he oughta abuse me too. But he said he wanted to fuck my cunt first ... but not until I'm thirteen. Why does Aunt Lucy call it abuse?" Because your Mom was a lot older than him when she fucked him. Do you know why he wants you to be thirteen?" He sez it's coz he was thirteen when Mommy got his cherry. What's a cherry, Mr.. Hannah plunked her backpack to the floor next to my desk and bent over to retrieve her papers. She shuffled through them a few times, each time more frantically as an expression of disbelief covered her face."Oh my gosh!! I can't fucking beli..." What," I asked in shock?"I'm so sorry Mr. Howard! Forgive me please. I must have left my papers in another class." Well, Hannah, forgetfulness pales in comparison to what you just said," I admonished.Her face grew grim, "I'm so sorry."What would. I let my eyes linger half a second locked with hers, then continue back to the table. It's just a fantasy, that's all.I'm sat at the table, deep in thought about whatever came to mind - mostly beautiful the clear skin visible above Lucy's breasts, when a warm hand touches my right arm. I turn, and it's her. She motions me along the bench and I shuffle across to let her sit. Next to me. My stomach turns, and my mind fights back to control, of course she's sitting there, it's an empty space. I.