Brad’s dad had being quite insistent that I needed them. Fortunately, Bobby and Martha convinced them, I was too distraught for visitors.As they wer... my family, they were looking after me, and I was staying with them. I wasn’t alone. I had a feeling if they had stayed then I’d have never gotten rid of them, so I played the distraught widow to the hilt.I didn’t even feel guilty at doing it after I had met them again. They were creepy people.Ron told me the parents, would arrive sometime around. The best thing of all was that he understood my humor and frequently replied “lol”! His eloquent writing was sexy just in itself, and as the subject matter and content got juicier and juicier, so did I. It blew me away that he could make me cum just by texting, and I wondered what he could do in person, with his mouth, his hands, his cock. The person behind the words seemed like such a perfect balance of brain and body, exactly what I’d been searching for, for what seemed an eternity. I love to. He was actually shorter than my aunt, and even when I was several years younger I could take him in basketball or a wrestling match. So I guess I didn't feel threatened physically but just emotionally. Not only was this a guy but my own uncle. Yet somehow my a****l instincts kicked in. I felt good and my mind was set on pleasure. I called him a 'sick fuck' but grabbed the back of his tan bald head, using it for leverage, as I pounded his throat with my thick cock. He would gag and spit up all. [For those who are merely interested in reading action, the story starts here]At that moment, a strong and well built youth (whom I later got to know as Pammy) smilingly winked at me. He had this deep look and very expressive eyes, like those of Osho. Pammy seemed to be in late 20s, about 6'2, with thick long brown hair and probably the best ripped man, almost built like a tank. He also had the cutest and the fucking sexiest grin, I've ever seen. Bit worried, I turned to walk away, but 2 youths.