“I love your beautiful ass being so red. You arching up for me. Sometime soon, I want to spank you for no reason. Ask you if I can bruise your botto... just to turn me on. Will you do that for me?”I nodded.“Oh, I’m going to come now baby. Come with me. Give me all your come.” Myra pushed a third finger into my ass, spreading it, her breath hot on my neck as she started to come. Feeling her tiny hand run up and down the shaft of my cock, loving the thought of it, I started to come from way way. He could get on a cruise ship as a porter and go on down to Rio in South America. All he had to do was listen to Granny Sal.“I have something for you, G2,” she said. “Been saving it because I knew you’d come back.” She searched pockets that seemed to be hidden all over her clothes. G2 reckoned that if you emptied out all her pockets, she’d be skinnier than his arm. Finally she pulled out a tiny pad of paper and a pencil that was three inches long. It didn’t have an eraser. “Here we are,” she. We had remained friends since then, mostly because I could relate to her: her acceptance of the card she was dealt was definately an inspiration, but what attracted me the most was her vibrancy, her total resignation to the way things were. Nothing phased her, not even when I had eventually told her that I liked boys."Really?" She had gasped. "I would never have picked you as being the gay type. I mean, Christ, you did wonders for me in bed." She nudged my side."No," I said, calmly but with a. It’s really all my fault, honey, and I’m real sorry.”Maggie stood there, her hands over her breasts. That wasn’t helping Bob any. It just made her look even more sexy.She sniffled. “Uncle Bob, I’m not sexy, I just look ... slutty.” she moaned. “I didn’t think about how I’d look when I put this shirt on. I don’t dress like this at home Uncle Bob, honest.”“Well it’s a good thing, honey” he said grinning. “You’d have the boys hanging all over the place with their tongues hanging out and their.