) Uncle Joe was very proud and loud in stating that he merely worked to live, not lived to work. He worked long enough to keep himself comfortable a...d not a second longer. And why not? Collectively, as a family we had money oozing out our ears, why did he want to work his ass off to earn even more? So when Daddy’s fiftieth came around, and the family came to town; Uncle Joe as ever, stayed in our guest house. I figured with Uncle Joe in the house, I could maybe wheedle a bit of work out. A spark of a plan came to me. “You know where my room is upstairs, and you know which is the spare room. It’s all ready for you as I was expecting you to stop over. Why don’t you go up and choose which room you want to be in? I’ll clear up in here and follow you in about five minutes.”I let the idea float around the silent room. She still held my gaze and her hands still nestled comfortably in mine, but I could almost hear the thoughts running pell-mell around her head. After what seemed like. ..No, I don't know these places.Never mind then, I'm from Canada...Ah! Canada! Canada I know! So why you tell me you come from Quebec?Because, my first country is Quebec!Oh, you were born in Quebec and immigrated to Canada...No, no, I was born in Quebec and I stayed in Quebec...Oh, then your father is from Canada?No, no, my father, my mother, my wife, my dog, everybody, they come from Quebec...So why you say Canada?For Christ sake, because you say you don't know where is Quebec!OK, but if you. ” She says sitting on the bed next to me and placing her hand on my leg.“N...no we can’t.” I stutter my refusal sounding weak even to me.I feel Selina run her hand up my leg and onto my cock which she wraps her hand around and starts to stroke. I lean back and moan as she strokes my cock alternating between quick short strokes and long slow strokes. Suddenly she takes her hand away making me groan from the abrupt loss of stimulation.“Still think we can’t do this?” She asks.I don’t speak as I.