I thought it couldn't get any worse, but it did. I got laid off from the shoe store. During the next few months I lost everything, but that wasn't a...l bad. My blood-sucking wife left, too. She moved to Samoa to live with an ex-actor who owned an island down there. Things were looking up. About that time an aunt I didn't know I had left me some money. I went to see my old friend from the shoe store, Al Bundy. Since I left, the boss had been working him harder than ever and didn't give. Safe her Husband was still lost in whatever he was watching on TV several rooms away and both her k**s were safely s**ttered about, Kay continued to stare at the screen with a mixture of curiosity, dread, excitement, lust and disgust. "Just hit the back button... or delete... or just cut the damn thing off," Kay's conscience pleaded," the crisp white light from the screen bathing her face like an oncoming train in the darkened room. "This can't be real... just the product of someone's bored,. When she did that, Rob was happy that her head was turned the other way. If not she would've easily have seen the tent in his trunks. Her shoulders, back and legs felt soft and amazing in his trembling hands. He went slow, savoring every part of her backside. She was enjoying the attention he was giving her, remembering that they were alone for the weekend. She got brave once more, not wanting his hands to leave her body.“Uncle Robbie?” she asked in her sweetest little girl voice.“Yes?”. "Good!" He said, standing up suddenly, his strong arms around her so that she was now straddling him. He walked her over to the couch in his office and laid her gently on it. "Have you ever been fingered Sasha?" He asked as be began to push up her skirt. "Nnnnooo" she stammered as his fingers hooked her underwear and began to slide them off, showing her sweet pussy, nicely trimmed. "Do you finger yourself, Sasha?" He asked, as he slowly moved his hands up and down the inside of her legs. Sasha.