Uncle Alex used to visit us often and more particularly; he came to visit often after his wife died of cancer. I remember uncle Alex as a dedicated fa...ily man and he was always very nice to me and also a loving father to his son ‘Gus’. He would not mind leaving ‘Gus’ at our home and it was this time when I and my cousin had a chance for the sexual play once only, sucking each other to completion.One thing, I shall never forget about uncle Alex was that he always drove a Navy blue Chevy truck. I ordered a beer and sat down a few yards away. After about ten minutes, Anita came over to me. She said she had been having a chat, wating for me. The men still were standing there, but couldn't hear us over the music. She added the guys were flirting with her. And she loved it, of course.I told her I was having a beer and would not leave yet. Ana wanted to go home. But then I told her we would not leave until she would do one of these guys. Anita smiled and looked at the lump in my pants. She. But I had built no personal relationships. My shyness had worked for me in this situation. People don’t warm up very easily to someone inserting himself into their conversations. I met a few of the women when I asked them to dance. I like to dance and I like women, perhaps a little too much for my own good. My inability to resist them led to two divorces by the time I was twenty-seven. My introduction to Frank Ryan and his crew had been provided by a loyal patron of The Shillelagh who supported. It was enough to let her arousal start to climb some more, still enjoying the sensations from her nipples and the women drinking her milk growing still fatter.The other man that was helping to feed her, a bottom heavy 500lb man, started to wonder over to her face, his own flushed with arousal as he stroked his very stiff cock. His balls seemed to have nearly doubled in size, and she was ready for another huge helping of cum. She licked her lips as he approached, opening her mouth as he knelt.