"I haven't fucked you yet," he said. He grabbed the jar of Vaseline and began to stroke his dick. Before long he was up and ready to go again. "Bring ...hat ass over here and stop asking me questions," he said. I did as I was instructed. Uncle Paul was sitting on the couch with his legs spread apart. "Come sit on this dick," said Uncle Paul, licking his lips. I climbed on the couch and then onto my uncle and straddled his lap. We were face to face as I lowered my ass onto his waiting rod. Inch. I was using one of the unmarked Jones security cars that KCC was now leasing until the Suburban came in. I noticed a tractor trailer and a utility truck were at the gym on the side of the building with the loading dock, just as I was leaving the driveway - so I went to check it out.Our forklift was struggling, carrying pieces inside the building. Inside, crates were being opened by the night Fed workout group. When I saw what they had been opening inside the gym I knew why the Feds were. One of the students that comes to the Greenhouse to study knows calligraphy. That's writing as an art form. I find it interesting. Cindy says that science needs to be tempered with art to make life. Tina says I need to stop hanging around with Cindy, but she laughs when she says it.That group of college students that comes into the Greenhouse, that's our study and tutoring center, those are interesting people. Everybody in my family tells me to be careful around other people, and I know about. I gently unzipped her dress and peeled it over her shoulders exposing those lovely orbs, encased in a powder blue bra.I began to nuzzle them as she pulledme into them breathing deeply. Deftly I undid her bra and removed it allowing me to feel and bite her erect nipples. She dragged my sweat shirt off and began to rake my back.I warned her about leaving marks but she was getting carried away. I stood her up and her dress fell to the floor leaving her nakedapart from her matching briefs. I sat on.