”“I surrender,” I sighed.Elyse nodded, “You’re a wise man. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow and probably on Wednesday. Did you make...arrangements to stay in Maine?”“No,” I said.“I’ll call Barney at the travel agency first thing and have him find you something.”“For Patrick and Aimee, too,” I said. “It’s in Lewiston, Maine.”“OK. Now, go!”“I want to talk to Doctor Franco,” I said.“About what? You know what’s basically wrong with Jessica. All he’s doing is dotting the i’s and crossing the. Dekhne lage. khaana khaane ke baad jab hum t.v. dekh rahe the to maine jaan bujh ke chachi se pucha ki woh us din channel change karne par mujhse baar baar kyon puch rahi thi. Pehle to chachi ne kuch nahi kaha magar main piche par gaya aur kehne laga ki chachi woh seen aapko kaisa laga yeh sun kar chachi nameri taraf dekha aur smile di main mann main samajh gaya ki chachi ko is baare main baat karna acha lag raha hai. Maine chachi se kaha bataon na chachi to woh boli jyaada bhola mat bun mujhe. The cab driver arches back with the chick of the wet, tight mouth around him so expertly trapping him in. Victor’s fingernails graze the man’s balls, easily coaxing his copious stockpile of cum to elicit more excited throbs from the man. He slides his mouth off the shaft and lets his saliva dribble over the tip in drops and then kisses the end of it to the accompaniment of his throbs and ecstatic moans. When the cabbie’s manhood does down Victor’s throat again and he rides the stiff shaft. He was actually shorter than my aunt, and even when I was several years younger I could take him in basketball or a wrestling match. So I guess I didn't feel threatened physically but just emotionally. Not only was this a guy but my own uncle. Yet somehow my a****l instincts kicked in. I felt good and my mind was set on pleasure. I called him a 'sick fuck' but grabbed the back of his tan bald head, using it for leverage, as I pounded his throat with my thick cock. He would gag and spit up all.