"I looked at her. She was wringing her hands. "But what?" I said, in what can only be described as a sardonic tone of voice."But—I have loved two me...," she said. "You Jimmy—and—Reed." I always have, even back when we were all in college, and both of you were on the football team and big heroes and everything." I sat up straight and stared hard at her."You were banging him even then?" I said. She looked down."Yes." Fuckin-A," I said. "You are a piece of work for damned sure. Tell me, if you. Your mouth feels so good on my cock."Pauline hands reached around her uncle's thighs to steadyherself. Bob was thrusting hard into her mouth now."Ooh good girl," he hissed, "good cock sucker... hotmouth... swallow it... ALL !!"Bob rammed his cock all the back into Pauline's throat and camehard and fast. Pauline gagged for a moment as her uncle's cockshoved down her throat and then she felt it. His hot cum jettingdown her throat. She tried to pull away, but her uncle held hertight. He. Then he pulled me up by my hair and threw me on the couch. Open your legs and let me see that tasty young tight pussy of yours. I opened willingly and showed him my pussy. He started rubbing my clit and feeling the wetness of my pussy lips. I knew you liked it, you just like to be a teasing little slut dont you? I looked down at him as I was bitting my lip trying not to give away my little grin inside. Can you lick my pussy please? Well&hellip, maybe if you beg me nicely I will. Please master. . .oh, well. . .’ The sentence trailed away while she drank some coffee. I raised a quizzical eyebrow at Gaynor and she said quietly: ‘Evan died a couple of years back, heart attack on a golf course in Spain.’ ‘Portugal,’ said Charlie quietly. ‘It was Portugal.’ Silence descended and I broke it. ‘Well, I’m sorry for you, losing a friend like that.’ Charlie looked at me. ‘Thanks, but at least he died doing something he liked doing. One of the things he liked, anyway.’ She smiled broadly,.