Photos for the new posters for the branches were suddenly scratched or torn while in my possession. With each additional incident Karen got more pisse... at me. Clearly I wasn't on her good side. I tried to explain that I couldn't understand how these things were happening. I remember distinctly placing the ad copy in my desk. I know I was careful with the photos. If I didn't know better I would think I was jinxed or that gremlins were at work. One morning Karen stopped by my cube and stuck her. I wasn't interested in "stealing" him from auntie Kathy, I didn't love him anymore that as an uncle, but I was so terribly attracted to uncle Derrick sexually it was driving me crazy.I loved David, and sex with him was unbelievably satisfying, so why I wanted uncle Derrick I couldn't understand. What I did understand was that I wanted and desired to be a total slut for uncle Derrick. I wanted him to use me in any manner his wished for his sexual pleasure. There would be nothing I wouldn't do. ”“I need to take a leak, too much beer, lemme stop for just a moment.” He made a left turn onto the residential street he had just circled and parked his car under a tree. By this time it was close to midnight and all the houses were dark. We just sat there in the dark for a couple of minutes, and then I felt his hand on my thigh. I reached down and moved it to my cock and he began to massage me.This continued for a minute or so, I got up the courage and reached over and started to massage. Of the girl, all I saw was the back of a nice pair of legs, under an enormous backpack, on looking up I saw a head covered with natural blond hair, I eased my pace to enjoy the view, the ‘The de France’ highlights went onto the back-burner as I imagined have a piece of that action.The girl heard me, stopped and looked around, and with a smile asked if this is the way into the village, The eyes looked straight at me, and the smile glowed with energetic youth, I murmured that it was and that I.