.. What's going on?" my husband asked. The clock read 8:17pm and I was getting dressed, which made Jack naturally curious."Huh? Oh, just a night out w...th some of the girls," I explained with a smile. "I told you about it, right?" Ummmm ... No, I don't think so." Jack frowned slightly. "What girls?" You know, Stacy and some of the others." I shrugged. "Do you think this is too nice?" What?" He looked at me.I'd put on a short red skirt, a vinyl miniskirt I probably hadn't worn in seven or eight. In my most soothing tone, I said, "Take it out for me, mommy wants to see it." He groaned aloud, but did not move a muscle, so I whispered, "It's okay. It's just you and me tonight. Don't be shy."Very slowly, Kyle's hand went to the front of his jeans, and began to rub his impressive bulge. I was certain he was about to cum in his pants but felt relief when he moved his fingers to open his jeans and snaked his hand down inside of them. He fumbled around a moment, and then fished his cock out. I would knock first and wait, uncle Joey would say, 'Come in', and in I went, to find Joey fisting himself for my expected visit.'Now', he would say, the signal for me to pull my panties open and for his to hit my pubis, and let him ejaculate onto my cunt, after which, I would turn and go for my bus, and sit all day in my semen soaked knickers.Of course Joey being as he was, and my mother being in the state she always way, it was inevitable the her younger brother, just had to share her bed,. “Well, look what the mutha fuckin’ cat dragged in,” Rizzo, shouted out.They all greeted me with hugs and someone poured me a (I still don’t know what it was), and I sat down next to some stranger.He must have been the driver for one of the poker players.His name was Petey or PT, as we shook hands.We sat done and sipped out, I think grappa.PT was much older than us, he was like 45-50 while we were all around 25 years old.“So, you’re not a gambler like the others?” PT asked.“Nope, always lose to.