Please, please, please don’t call my uncle. Please Mr. Ellis don’t do that. I beg you not to do that.”“Are you afraid of him Ms. Martin.?” H... said questioningly. She didn’t answer. He clearly saw the desperation in her face. Gina pulled away from his heavy hand moving to stroke the supple skin of her cheek. His fingers fell to her neck. “Why should you feel scared of you own uncle?” He said pausing to stare at the pretty young girl and take a long breath before delivering his next few. "How are you feeling dear?" Mrs. Monet said sarcastically."I am feeling better, where are you?"Mrs. Monet said,"I am on my way home, in fact I am pulling into thedriveway now." No, you can't be!" said Carl, but then he heard the garage doors open."Why, what's the matter?" Mrs. Monet asked slyly.Carl was busted and she wouldn't get off the phone. "Nothing is wrong, Ijust meant you weren't gone long."Unfortunately for Carl the phone in the kitchen was not cordless and thedoor to the garage was in. She did not even seem to feel for my sticker as she was just groping my cock and balls. I tried to pull away, but she grabbed my cock and pulled me back to her. She continued to stroke my cock and reached around to grab my ass too. I figured that while I’m there, I might as well feel up those huge melons. While doing it though, I again realized how perfect my wife’s tits were and that I needed to find her quickly so we could get to a mattress. So, the next time Rachel loosened her grip, I moved. The statements about my abilities and desires are true. For some this relationship is common; for me it is strictly a dream. ****************************************** ***** As I do several times a week, I walked downtown to the Post Office to check my mailbox. I tend to 'size up' almost all of the females I see. If I see one especially good looking, and especially in a dress or summer apparel that shows lots of leg or torso, I tend to 'growl' or lick my lips (but not so others can hear or.