I lift my arms and soon find myself shirtless, unbuttoning my dark jeans. Once they are loose, I begin to unsnap, slowly, each button on his shirt unt...l it slips off his shoulder. I kiss it. So soft. So warm.Our hands explore the others body as we kiss, both breathless, until we are on our knees. The jeans we both wear are tossed onto the large leather chair behind us as we stretch out a blanket beneath us. I wrap my hand behind his back and gently lay him back onto the floor, our lips only. Juste comme le verre était sur le point de déborder, le flot se tari comme par magie. Elle soupira et déposa le contenant avec précaution sur le plateau encombré d'autres aliments. Puis, replaçant sa queue ramollie dans ses culottes et réajustant la ficelle qui lui tenait lieu de soutien-gorge, elle souleva le plateau et se dirigea vers les escaliers. Elle avait peur de s'enfarger car ses seins, aussi gros que sa tête, lui bouchaient la vue et avec le plateau dans les mains en plus, elle ne. Uncle Steve was a player. He had the looks, the job, the house, the cars and, of course, the cock. I could see why he didn’t want to settle down.Before long, the party was in full swing. There was so much booze and so much food! Uncle Steve was a barbecue expert. He prepared steak and salmon, and amazing kabobs. He can cook too? He must be the total package, I thought.Everyone was very nice and easy to use visit with. I mingled with all of uncle Steve’s friends, and the wives and girlfriends. I. And I blurted out, 'My God, he's doing it again!" interjected Stella. "Naturally, your wife asked me what 'it' was, and...I'm sorry, Mikey...the whole story of our tea parties and dressing up and playing Barbies came out. You knew, of course, that I knew you were dressing up in my and Mom's things. You didn't? Well, brother dear, you should have, you left enough clues for any idiot to figure out. I had to cover for you to keep Mom from finding out. But I thought you had stopped by.