So last Friday we are letting the first couple of cold drafts slide down our throats when Joe nudges me. "Check out the blonde," he says.I look. She i... in her mid thirties, a few pounds overweight. Tight skirt, no bra. Butt overflows the barstool a bit. Looks like she's been in the Vee Jay for a while.Joe is no slouch with women. "Gimme a few minutes," he says, and slides down the bar to where the blonde is sitting. I can see them talking. After a bit, Joe waves for me to come on over."This. Don’t you think so, too?”“Yes, it’s beautiful…” I answered, mesmerized by the sight of that magnificent cock, standing out proudly in all its black glory, its musky smell invading my nostrils.“Don’t you want to see that inside your beautiful white wife? Aren’t you longing to witness it unleash my husband’s semen deep inside her?” Tency bit her lip, closed her eyes and exhaled dramatically. Then she looked back at me again.Her eyes were piercing me. My brain was practically screaming no, but my. Hold it there.” For the next 10 minutes or so, my uncle proceeded to direct me to hold a variety of provocative poses. He finally lowered his camera and looked at me, turning his head slightly to one side.“You know, Tara, I can already see your nipples poking out anyway. Why don’t you go ahead and lose the t-shirt?” I figured that my uncle knew what he was doing, so I removed my shirt. I had never been shy about showing off my body, so this didn’t bother me in the least. He immediately started. Well, my black brassiere only of course. He made me stand with the blouse removed, smoothing his delicate, learned hands over my hips clad in a pencil slim, knee length black skirt, then lower, sighing and grinning as his fingers felt the straps of my suspenders beneath.“Cor Mum, you’re something else you know, So sexy and willing,” he chortled glancing up through the gap between my breasts.“Glad you like it young sir,” I giggled back - then. “I hope this is not going to take too long.”“Ah.