Nothing. Well, I hadn't looked in my Aunt and Uncle's bedroom, but why would she be in there? I suddenly remembered those words. "One of these days I'... going to fuck that little pussy of yours." I approached that door and I heard ... something ... voices? ... no ... I opened the door and peeked in.Well, now I knew where my sister was.It was fascinating. I saw three people I have known all my life, but I saw them in a way I had never seen them before, nor even dreamed of them before. Aunt Beth. " There were several heads nodding around the dining room table. "Three times if he started before breakfast."DJ sat back and thought. There was a reason to tell her this. There was a reason for everything. Once you understand it, you own it, Uncle John used to tell her.And once you own it, you can use it.Uncle John had died two years ago. In his will, he'd left all of his assets in a complicated trust that made his staff equal beneficiaries until DJ turned 26. Then, they received $1million. I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but found that it stirred something inside me in ways that I hadn’t experienced before. I also knew that there might be an upside to my impulsive flight to England, that the violation of the rule might lead to occasional further encounters, and that my distance from him might make them infrequent, but that might also enhance the intensity of them.Tonight, after a long flight and an anxious morning anticipating my Valentine’s Day surprise for Bruce, I knew. R Tur’s scent was musky. His hand grabbed Scuford’s thick dick and he started to rub it slowy up and down. Scuford took R Tur’s cock tight and did the same. He imposed a rhythm just sufficient to make the bull tremble with pleasure. The bull bowed slightly, seeking the beardog’s nipples. His chest was so hairy. The emanating male scent intoxicated him. He stimulated his lover’s nipples with his tongue and chewed softly, passing from one nipple to the other. His hands traveled from hair to neck.