But right now, no.’ ‘Want to make a bet?’ Whenever this subject was brought up, I might as well forget about fishing, so I reeled in my line and...waded to the bank. ‘You don’t give up do you? It’s not going to happen, and you know it.’ ‘Well, do you?’ ‘No. I don’t’ ‘You chicken or something? Never knew you to back away from a good wager with your Uncle.’ I eyed him as I inspected the trout on my stringer. ‘Not about this, no I won’t do it.’ ‘Suit yourself.’ That was the last time we went fishing. Was he angry? Shouldn't he be? But no, he thought it was a pretty smart move actually."So, did it help?" Are you kidding? With how much things have changed? Actually, he did help. It was a good kick up the pants for us — we were pretending that you were still a kid. He said that treating you as an adult would make a lot of difference. Then he gave us some ideas how to do that — like coffee on Sunday mornings. And he said that you had some secret, something big that was bothering you."Ahh.. Vanessa couldn’t take all of uncle Steve’s cock in her mouth, but she tried. It reminded me of taking Ricky's dick in my mouth on our couch in the basement. But this cock was something else!I heard her gagging on his cock when it hit the back of her throat. Her mouth stretched wide. She began using both of her hands on his shaft. Sliding them up and down in unison with her mouth. “Oh fuck yeah. Just like that baby” uncle Steve responded. He threw his head back, and his breathing became heavy. I. I only saw you once when you stopped to rescue us at the stalled bus, but you seemed about the same size as one of my old boyfriends. I bracketed what he wore. There's still time for me to replace any of the items that don't fit or you don't like." She looked eager, and so I thanked her effusively for her help. She beamed at my attention and thanks.Ellen led me to a dressing room off the side of the stage, and I tried on some of the outfits and found a successful ensemble. I wore it out of the.