He asked if we were not as good at fishing as her father was. I told him I had not fished and Fay had only wanted her father to catch enough to brag a...out at the Barber Shop where he worked.My uncle laughed at that.Uncle Clyde asked Fay if she minded letting us have some privacy. He suggested that she might want to wait a few minutes in the lobby.Uncle Clyde said that since I had visited him a week before, he had gotten some bad news. He had been diagnosed as having terminal cancer. He had less. He dragged me across the parking lot without saying a word until we reached his car. He opened the door and bent me over the seat, telling me to spread my legs apart, which I did of course willingly.Then he guided his fingers over my clit and inside my pussy lips fingering me in a wild way. I could feel my body trembling and melting as I begged him to finger fuck me harder and faster.He suddenly pulled his fingers out and told me to sit down. Once again he explored between my spread thighs with. I groan, "Oh fuck me hard baby. Now." You smile and pull out. Im confused. Damn you. But then you suddenly grab my breasts and pull at them, shaking my perky nipples. You engulf your entire mouth over my firm A-cup breasts, flicking my nipples and slobbering all over them. Fuck that feels good, one of my favorite things you do to me. You keep kneading and sucking my breasts with your hot wet mouth. You bite my breasts, consuming them, giving them mlutiple tiny breast hickies that send. I do not doubt that it is still hidden deep within me … all those inane things he had drilled into me. Our time together was spent perfecting the relationship that we had and we were beautiful together, like a finely tuned instrument. My reactions were instant and fueled by his mastery over me. There were no words needed between us … simply a look and I knew what was expected of me. No, demanded of me. We were perfection in its truest sense. Now little things send me spiraling into tears under.