If that was the bill he was thinking of, he was only a week late. Sort of impatient, aren’t they? ‘Tuesday, 10:19 A.M.,’ intoned the electronic ...oice that inserted itself at the end of each message. ‘Hey, baby. It’s Wendy.’ Huh? Mitch snapped to attention. The voice now coming out of his machine was somewhat low, breathy, and definitely female. Mitch’s mind momentarily raced trying to think of anyone he knew named Wendy who might call him and refer to him as baby. He drew a blank. The only. When it came to marriage they had the stamina of a pair of M1 Abrams tanks, but even the M1 runs out of gas after so long. They were still friends, but they were also perfectly aware there was no possible way they could live as a couple any longer."So you see," she said, pleading with her eyes, "it HAS to be you. You're on vacation the next two weeks, you're off camping as you told us, you are my last resort."I hesitated long and hard."Please?"I took a breath. This was not going to be an easy. I got so lost in sucking and stroking it that uncle had to pull my head away from it. “Not yet baby. Don’t make me cum before I get a chance to fuck your pussy.” I looked up at him with a smile. “Its yummy, uncle.”“Well, it’s my turn to taste something yummy,” he said getting up from the sofa. He pushed me onto it and opened my legs. I realized what he meant. I had already orgasmed twice that evening. My pussy, thighs were very wet with the dripped out juices. I told him that.He replied with an. I could only nod in response. My voice had left.I shifted in my chair as my cock was very, very hard and almost painful in my pants. She noticed my discomfort and looked at the prominent bulge at my crotch.“Perhaps there is something you should show me now.” Again, it was more of a command than a question. I looked at the bulging from my painfully hard cock and then to her face as if asking the question that didn’t really need to be asked. “Yes, take it out for me to see. Take your cock out of.