Thanks for the overwhelming response to my first story “My Defloration By My 45 Year Old Uncle”. I am just amazed and feel loved by your responses... For those who didn’t read my first story I will give a brief background so you know the context of my situation in this incident. I described how I got my cherry popped by my uncle at an early age and then. For the next two years I had sex with him on almost every night. For those two years I behaved like a slave to him at nights. I did not realize. The taps and shower-head had also been hosed down and dripped stalactites of semen down into the bath below.Pleased with the state of the room, I turned and walked towards the bedroom. This location had been particularly popular, and I'd busted one of my first loads of the weekend square onto the centre of the carpet near the doorway. There was another movie streaming on a TV set on a bracket facing the bed, a big-titted German girl surrounded by men taking turns to drain their balls onto her. Pretty.”“Thank you. He says that, too. And he likes my intellect.”“Your intellect is that part of you that I have trouble understanding, dear.”I sighed a little. “Nobody does. Dad’s pretty smart. I think Mom is, my natural mom, but you know about her issues. Tina’s smart, but her part in this is encouragement and nurture. I’ve talked with Doctor Stanton – he’s Auburn’s staff psychologist – and he has no clue. It’s a gift, so I accept it and I am terribly blessed that your son likes it.”“‘Loves. I’d have to remember to thank him when I saw him next.I tried to remember what had happened, but beyond seeing the car coming towards us, feeling the impact, and hearing Emily’s scream, there was nothing.Emily’s scream. I could still hear it.Clarissa! Clarissa had been slumped over the wheel. She must have passed out too. Was she okay? I had to find out.But I could still hear Emily’s scream.And I’d rather not.I tipped my back onto the pillow, closed my eyes and waited for everything to go.