”“So are you a Republican?” Ellen asked.“I didn’t really say that aloud, did I?” Molly asked.She had a dim memory of forcing Mark to the g...ound while announcing to him that she was going to try being a Republican for a change.“Right before you passed out,” Ellen answered.Molly stared at her cup of coffee for a minute. Red faced, she asked, “What was I doing?”“You don’t remember?” Ellen asked. She would have been very surprised if Molly remembered that exchange.“I’m not sure,” Molly said when. ..No, I know...We all were kind of hoping that you'd do more that just look. You were...you still are...so good looking and there was something about your eyes penetrating up our dresses that used to get every one of us hot."I was in shock. I still did not believe it. I had loved them too much as kids to look up their skirts. "C'mon Sue. You don't really believe that, do you? That I'd look at you guys?" I protested."Uncle Ken, I'm sorry, but it's true. And I really believe that you didn't. "Doesn't get any better than this," I said, lifting my first beer. "A beer, popcorn, a football game and a sexy woman." It that order," she said with a pout."A sexy woman, beer, popcorn, and football," I quickly responded."That's better," she said as she snuggled into my arm.We watched the game quietly for a few minutes. I wanted to kiss her so bad I could taste it. When a commercial came on I turned and pressed my lips to hers. She moaned and opened her mouth to my insistent tongue. When the. ” “It’s your dick.” “What?!” “The words out all over about the size of your dick. It’s hard to believe it’s such a big topic. Is it true?” “What?” “The size of your dick.” “Oh crap I don’t know. I was so drunk I don’t know what really happened. I don’t know anything about comparing penises with anybody else.” “Well people are believing it. You have a famous cock. You won the erection election.”He continued chuckling at his own joke and I sat back in my chair to look around. I was still being.