One even showed me on her brother's computer on a porn site that he had gotten to. It looked awesome but evaded my fingers when I tried on my own.I di...n't get much interest from boys, they mostly seemed interested in playing games and I don't mean sex games. No, they all seemed to be into paintball, or videogames, stuff like that, games and the like.The one male I really went for in a big way, well, get ready for this ... it was my uncle, my Uncle David.Okay, yes, he's my mom's younger brother,. "I, um ... I have to admit to being abit ... embarrassed," I managed to say. "I wasn't even thinking of ...of anything." Betty finished off the last of her wine and put the cup aside. Shegave me that smile again. "I know. But I was." I struggled to understand what was going on. "Huh? That doesn'tmake sense. And I have to tell you, I don't think ... I don't think wecould ..." "We could. We can. And we will." My penis was so swollen that it ached. "And what if I say 'no'?" "Then. Of the table was a bottle of wine and beside it a corkscrew: "Shit," he mumbled, more and more in hiccups, "I don't believe it. What's tonight, my fucking anniversary or something?" He undid his belt buckle on his way out of the hallway and into the bedroom.Charley was looking at his feet as he entered the bedroom. "One potato, two potato, three potato, four," he mumbled before he saw her. He didn't see her, really, but her reflection in the mirror. "What the hell?" he whispered. He turned away. I would completely agree and would not dream of cutting a woman's hair against her will even in the interest of fun or kink. But Claire had spoken of shaving it all off on several occasions, and not jokingly. She'd done it in the past; she was a punk like that. She also owned four gorgeous wigs (which we had quite a bit of fun with from time to time) that she wore on regular occasions at work and at home. Her hair had begun to thin a few years back, which was a huge source of.