’ ‘Waylon, can’t you think of better ways to spend your time then getting drunk these days?’ It seemed that it was all he did. He had rarely b...en home this last week, and once he had needed to call his mom and dad to come bail him out after he was stopped for drinking and driving. ‘Oh, I can think of a whole lot of better things to do Keni, can’t I sugar?’ A female giggle told Keni that he wasn’t alone, and she looked to see him with a short, round woman with dyed black hair and too much makeup. Adèle’s skirt tented with the large cock still strapped to her waist. They were all startled when the house phone rang... three pairs of eyes shot to the hall at the piercing ringing tone …no one making a move to attempt to get it. Ross eventually rose to answer it... “Ohh hello mum… …everything is fine… …no I haven’t …think she is in her bedroom… …got a friend with her I think…well …what, tonight…Oh why? …ok” Ross hung up. “Mum is on her way home tonight… said she would be home in just under. The old man began rubbing his dick under the warm shower. He was very close to me. Soon our both cocks were rock hard and standing at attention. Brett did not seem embarrassed at all; but he kept rubbing his cock and making it harder and harder. The man was jerking off his cock with passion. As he continued to play with himself, Brett kept staring at me and my cock. I noticed my own dick seemed to ooze with pre cum. I tried to look away and focus on anything but it was impossible. I closed my. My body was betraying my brain. My brain told me to be full of izzet, but my body wanted to be treated like it’s a toilet. I again told my uncle, ‘ I want to eat’. He slapped me and said, ‘ this is my house, you will eat when I give you food. Sit quietly or I will put the socks back in your mouth, you gutter slut’. I said to my uncle, sorry saheb and kept quiet. Then, after a while, my uncle just sat on the chair opposite the bed. He told me; ‘ eh kutti, tara peg mota kar’ (make your legs big)..