He stood there and didn't answer. As Béla awkwardly backed her butt over the hole in the bench and sat down, she snorted, "Pervert!"She sat there and...studied him. He was wearing coveralls and a brown work shirt. Thick black boots, partially laced up, were on his feet. He looked to be anywhere between fifty and seventy years old, maybe fifty pounds overweight. The whiskers on his face and the cap he wore probably compensated for a balding head. She was sure he didn't get very much action,. "That is what I am counting on." I say laughing and pushing him away. "Now let me go before someone comes knocking on my door looking for me. He puts his hands up in the air and lets me head to the bathroom. I am washing my hair as I here Uncle Tim going to the bathroom and flush the toilet. Then he startles me and climbs into the shower. "I got to get ready." I say as he pulls my wet body against his. "I thought you could use a hand like I use to do for you." He says and slides his. .. as though having climaxed as well, only then did she show Cindy and I what she had in fact captured on paper.It was almost magical. How anyone could have done what she did ... especially with it being the actual moment of ejaculation itself, and then several repeated others ... well, it was actually surreal, almost dreamlike in a way, the way she had done it. Even Cindy sat there, almost stupefied, thumbing through page after page, after page of almost near perfect, life-like. How had I let this happen to me? All I wantedwas a man to make her happy, but now she belonged to him and he owned me too. Their lovemaking woke me up in the morning. I lay quietly waiting for themto finish as I wanted to ask Chuck if I could please remove that butt plug.I was keenly aware of it's bulk filling my insides and desperately needed togo to the bathroom. It took another half an hour before they were both sated.I couldn't have imagined the stamina of that man if I hadn't witnessed it.