Your Uncle Bill is backing the wrong horse in this race. Somebody's going to have to teach Dale that the whole fucking world doesn't revolve around hi... skinny ass. I hope Billy doesn't wind up killing him over this, but I can't say I'd really blame him if he did."Billy went back to work that day, catching a ride to work with a friend. My dad went out to the sub base to work and I left for the golf course to go caddy. Like my father, I had a bad feeling about how it would all end. I disagreed. Our love for each other—and we were now professing it to each other daily, if not more often—had led both of us into new territory.When there was a sharp knock on the door to our suite we both assumed it was only Marilyn arriving a little early for our planned excursion to the cocktail reception being thrown by one of the local company's wealthy backers. To the tax collectors financial contributions to local opera were simply a charitable exemption; to the major contributors, however, they. . Oh sweet Jesus..." I trailed off as my body reacted positively. I was drenching myself in a manner I had never done before. The hot wet slippage poured out of me and I knew it flowed all over the bottom half of Uncle Jessie's hard shaft and all over his balls."Mmm, sweet niece, your hot pussy juice leaves a warm trail over my private jewels." You made me that way Uncle Jessie! Your huge cock is pressing it out of me." Then I think it needs to push some of it back in," Uncle Jessie said and. I smiled and nodded weakly not trusting myself to speak. I expected her to place the glass at my lips to let me drink but instead she held it over me and slowly tilted it. Fuck, it was cold and I yelped in surprise as it poured over my head. There was a sudden sharp pain as my pussy was smacked hard.“Stay still, Slut,” Miss ordered from below me.More of the freezing water was poured over my breasts and across my belly and then the last was directed at my pussy. Again I yelped and tried to close.