But Uncle George ... you’re supposed to be dead.”I looked at him and said, “What ... I’m dead?”“Yea they told us that you were dead ... we...even went to church for you.”“Wow you even went to church? Well, I guess that they were wrong ... I ain’t dead.”He gave me a look like I was a complete dummy and said, “I can see that Uncle George.”I hugged Anne into my body and put my face into her neck kissing her and whispered, “Oh my darling, my love, I’m so sorry ... I’m so sorry you had to go through. I pulled out and had her suck my balls to give them some lubrication and we returned to our previous fucking position and my balls slid between her tits, now slick with her saliva, as I fucked her mouth. The new sensation was too much for me and I shot my load in her mouth and she moaned an orgasm as I did, this bitch really got into sucking cock. She sucked my remaining cum form my cock like a straw and as I pulled out of her mouth, I heard the front door open. I peeked out and saw a large. I went to the front door and quietly opened it and closed it behind me. The street was dark and quiet. I stayed in the shadows and walked across the lawn to Mike and Sue's. I used my spare key and let myself in the front door. There were a couple of lights on in the kitchen and den for security. They were just enough to light up the backyard a little. I walked to the backdoor with purpose. I pulled my nightie off over my head and threw it on the couch. I had to have him, but I hoped he would. The last Master shed had hadnt even been permanent, he was just a teacher. Someone to show her the ropes,literally. It had all started when she was at Grad school at Yale Law and took a sex health and decision making class to meet her human resources requirement. Her final project was worth 25% of her grade and she would not accept anything less than her best from herself. So she decided to put her all into something way of of her comfort zone, BDSM, she was so used to being in control in her.