.. and the man I also loved.When one does things on impulse, it can go well, or poorly. They can also go at what feels like light speed, or in slow mo...ion. If two people are involved in whatever’s being done on impulse, it can happen at light speed for one, and in slow motion for the other.For me, it was slow motion. I felt everything, every delicious second of it. For Uncle Bob, one second he was telling me he loved me, and the next he had a wildcat on top of him, basically raping him. His. But it felt so very good. Her slick, wet pussy continued to stimulatemy long cock. I was dying to slip it inside her. I needed that condom. But I couldn't hold it. Couldn't wait. Couldn't stop myself. I raised myhips up a little, allowing my rock hard member to run down her sopping wetslit for the last time.So much for a condom!I was on top of her and positioned for easy access to her pussy. Mydick was throbbing and I lost all sense of reason. I plunged my iron harddick into her sloppy. "I expected him to be angry and start shouting but he said, "Good lad, there will be good opportunities for a young lad with ambition."His reaction had given me confidence and I asked him if he wanted to see my workshop in cellar. No one else had seen it. He came down and I explained what all the various pieces of equipment were. I don't think he understood a quarter of it but it was his reaction that surprised me, "Well you are a chip off the old block. How much money have you made?" I showed. Using his thumbs, Hank spread my asscheeks apart and took a moment just to marvel at the sight before him. My tiny, untouched virgin asshole, stretched open to an obscene width by Hanks cock, which at this point, felt like steel. Mildred leaned over and took a photograph, and that photo would forever be Hanks favorite. It showed all the days and week's handywork. Tiny, perfect round buttcheeks, red and raised from the spanking, and under the red, small finger sized bruises from encounters where.