There were many instances where I saw my uncle hugging my mom from behind when she was in kitchen or doing some job in the house. He used to grab her ...oobs, sometimes even putting his had inside her nighty and grabbing them and when he see me around he will just remove his handsOnce uncle was at our home for dinner & stay with us as his wife was gone to her native place.Mom serve food to us. She looks very happy on that day We finished our dinner & I wend for watching TV . Mean while mom has. Angels in thigh high boots. Angels brandishing riding crops. That was new. But very exciting. He felt aroused just looking at them."Please," said the Lady. "Come and sit down, you look very tired from the journey. You need sustenance and comfort." Yes. Yes I do," he replied. Putting the sword down finally, the sword which had never even made the Lady blink, he sat on the exquisite armchair by the window. He slouched back in the chair and let out a deep breath. The women emerged entirely now. During the walk, she just kept smiling and looking at me with those bright, blue eyes that I always get lost in. She just kept smiling at me and cuddling up to my chest. At first I thought something was up, but I just nodded it off, since I had a girlfriend already at the time. But she just kept staring at me and when I asked if she was ok, she replied she was, and so I just laughed it off with her. I just couldn't help but notice those piercing blue eyes staring at me the whole time. When we. I’ve just been depressed and haven’t felt like talking.”“How can I help?”She giggled, “A good, hard fuck would be perfect. But you aren’t allowed, so how about a hug?”I stood up and she melted into my arms with a sigh. I hugged her tight for a few minutes, then she kissed my cheek and sat back down.“Thanks,” she said. “I’m glad you’re my friend.”“I’m glad you’re my friend, too.”December 7, 1987, Chicago, Illinois“Another plane crash,” Elyse sighed.“Now what?” I asked.“A Pacific Southwest.