’‘But ye never reacted.’I wanted to shade the truth, to be less vulnerable.‘It was you,’ I declared, meeting his eyes.There was a second of ...ncomprehension thenunderstanding dawned.‘Say it.’‘Pearce…’‘What’s the rule?’‘If I can’t say it then I’m not ready for it.’He cocked an eyebrow, waiting. A long minute later Iswallowed and began to speak,‘I decided to relax because you control everything.’‘Define everything.’‘Everything,’ I repeated helplessly. ‘I love you. I trustyou. I agreed to submit to. I loosened up and felt the cock slowly pry open my butt.It felt huge and stung for a few seconds. He pushed it all the way inand slowly pulled out and in again. I yelled out in satisfaction and hereminded me to be quiet. So we made love in silence, except for thesound of his fat thighs slapping against my skin and the heavy breathingcoming from both of us. He asked me if I liked it and I told him I did.It was no lie - it really felt good to have my uncle ramming his cock upmy ass. He pushed me. I was checking them out, and when they noticed, they began flirting back. It went on long enough that I knew I wasn't imagining things. I sent a waiter to their table with a note inviting them to join me for a drink after they finished dinner. They shared the note back-and-forth, then looked my direction and nodded yes. I moved to a booth in the bar, and shortly after they paid their check and came in to sit with me. Both girls were very attractive, with pretty faces and they were both hot. Once, these barges carried about two hundred tons of freight.”“Why don’t they any more?” Rebecca interrupted me. “Surely it’d be economical, using the wind for power? Ecological, too.”“Good point,” I agreed. “Sailing barges were driven out of business in the fifties by motor-barges, which carried more and didn’t depend on the wind, were less affected by tides. Many sailing barges had their rigging removed and engines fitted, because the masts and rigging got in the way of loading and unloading,.