I had to resist the temptation to laugh, because I knew he was channeling every bad porn movie he had ever watched, I slipped my index finger into his...was, and instantly felt him tighten up. I asked him to breath, and told him that forcing my finger or his cock and hurting was not going to help my hard on. He was safe,. I slipped the finger out again, and started massaging the round beautiful furry cheeks, Igot up from the floor and asked him to just lay on the bed, that maybe a massage would. I remained still for a brief space as if awaiting her answer; then, as she did not speak, I quietly went to a drawer, took out a pair of scissors and went back to her. At the sight of the scissors, she shivered, then with an effort, said, in a voice broken with emotion: 'Don't ... undress me Jack! ... if you must ... have me, let it be as I am ... I will ... submit quietly ... oh! my God!!' she wailed.'That won't do, dear,' I replied, not unkindly, but still firmly, 'you must be naked, Alice;. " Flagler didn't like me much. The feeling was mutual. His real first name was "Carol," but the kids had made fun of his seemingly feminine name."No, no," I said. "He didn't kick my ass. He punched my head several times." You're a fucking faggot; you know that?" I'm sure that would come as a surprise to Kirsten Kennedy, Carol." Are you saying that you're fucking her?" What? No! Nothing like that." It had honestly never occurred to me that someone might try to spin my statement that way. I was. I was literally gasping for air!Uncle Vinny finally emptied himself, and I think he was satisfied with the amount he had gagged me... I wasn’t crying, but tears were certainly running down my face, just from the sheer struggle that my uncle forced me through. I didn’t even realize at the time that I had swallowed the last few loads of my uncle’s cum, since he slammed it down my young throat, but I did...Uncle Vinny cleaned me up, and asked me if I wanted to visit him more during that summer. He.