We laid there sunning ourselves until we were reasonably dry. Abdullah fished his swim trunks out of the water, put on the bathrobe he had worn over,...and took his leave.Mustafa and I laid and luxuriated in the sun. He could see that I was hard and he took my cock in his hand and stroked it. He spread his legs and started playing with his hole with his other hand. Damn! Was he sending me the signal that he wanted to be fucked? I decided it was a chance I had to take and I could feel my body. .. you'll do it?" Janet asked.It was a chance that was just to good to pass up, so... "Yeah," I said,"I'll do it, but like I just said, I insist that I look perfect, and Iknow for sure that it will be very expensive! I think I know how andwhere to get what I need, but I can't afford it, so you'll have to payfor what I need, okay?"Mom and Janet both quickly agreed to my terms. I went in my room andbegan some very intensive research on what was available. I told them"perfect." I did not specify. The story that I want to share with you today happened many years before on another very hot Fourth of July. It's a story about how I found true sexual satisfaction at the hands of an "older man," my uncle. Sex has always played an essential role in my life but it was a very unsatisfying part of my life until Phillip took the situation in hand. Phillip isn't my uncle's real name, but we'll call him that. My aunt doesn't know about Phillip and me. Aunt Cathy, not her real name either, is a very. But grandma had all the right curves in the right places and the sight of her had done more than simply surprise me. Hell, it was the first intimate promise of womanly flesh in my life, what do you think it did to me?"Grandma?" I followed her back into her home - the place of my mothers childhood, the place where my grandfather read me stories on his knee as I inhaled the sweet smell of his pipe.She stood clad, as I had left her wearing her panties and bra, in the kitchen, boiling water for her.