I hope you’ll be able to forgive me.” I turned Mrs. Anderson to face Melody. Mel’s back was still to us and she was talking on the phone. “Loo... at her, Mrs. Anderson. You must be so proud to have a daughter like Melody. She’s beautiful, kind, smart. She’s everything that I love. And I understand why you are upset about the painting.” I turned her toward the wall to look at what I’d painted. Every time I looked at it, I nearly cried. There was just something about it. But I knew what I had to. It was not even 6am yet and about six hours had passed since we spoke over the phone. My randy bobby was getting ready for the day with me as a starting course. After our phone chat last night, I was more than happy and willing to oblige him. 'I should be there before eight,' Martin's next message read and he told me he would call me when he leaves home. His girlfriend was still fast asleep from her night out, which was good as he wanted to save his morning cum load just for me. The man was. No wonder he hasn’t called me in a couple months. May I speak with him, please?”“Just one moment…” Pressing a button on the phone, I transferred the call upstairs. Putting the receiver back in its place, I went upstairs to the entertainment room to retrieve the phone. I went down the hallway and knocked on Uncle Max’s door.“Uncle Max? You have a phone call.” I said and knocked again. Four knocks later, I wonder if he already went to sleep. When I was about to tell the woman on the phone that my. "I climbed off, and got back on my hands and knees, arching the back and flipping my hair back just like Uncle Bill liked."Oh shit, god what an ass! Fuck!", he said as he squeezed a cheek and gave it a soft little slap. Then I felt him enter and freeze."Wooo boy. If you want to cum before I do, you better do it quick. I'm right there! The way you look right now... oh man!"He began to slowly fuck me as he grabbed my studded belt, using it like a rein. That turned me on so much and I reached.