I’m usually one that’s straight to the point, but she was keeping that naughty smile on my face. I had to keep this conversation going in her dire...tion. Knowing that her mind was already in the gutters, no need to pretend I’m innocent after all. “I can do that, as long as I get to see the back of your head.” Was my reply to her as quickly as my fingers could type on my phone. “I’m growing my hair longer now, should be interesting to see what you do to the back of my head”.“I’ll need proof”. I. ..” I said, NOT meaning the double entendre that my happy partner latched onto immediately.“I LIKE hard,” she said. “You gave me that, Tommy. Made me a whole woman ... fulfilled.”“Oh, I know some girls on campus that would run colors if they heard you say that...”“Yeah, they’re out there. But I think that what WE do is adulthood. What they do is that grade-school ‘boys are ICKY’ crap.” She smiled. “And you need ME to be part of the Community. You marry into it. I’m a necessity. You’re an. ” “Please, Uncle Bob. I’d feel a lot better, especially after today.” Whenever we had a fight, Winnie would feel insecure. It had gotten better with age, but she would probably never completely get over losing her father at such a young age. Against my better judgement, I agreed and went to get the ice pack. “Just when I thought this day couldn’t get much worse, I get busted by my niece playing with myself. Then she has to sleep in my bed, so I won’t get to finish the job, which means I’ll. It was a relief after the previous man so she went to town. Stacy varied her pace. Quickly at first, slowing down for a little while, then back to quick. She repeated this rhythm over and over. He told everyone what a hot mouth she had and that everyone should get to fuck her mouth. No sooner were the words out of his mouth than he unloaded down her throat. She increased her suction and eagerly swallowed his load. Spike told her she did well. Stacy was ready to go, but had yet to get any.