"She grabbed his rabbit ears along with thick clumps of his hair and shovedher hips forward. Her fleshy tool dove in deep as phlegm choked sputtersbub...led from the side of Jon's lips. Brenda drove herself down into histhroat slowly, but insistently. Her fat rod was soaked in the heavenly.moist cavern of her son's sucking mouth. Within seconds, her fat scrotumwas pushed up against his chin."That's what you are. My dick drainer cum dump. So do your job, youfucking slut!"Jon's cheeks burned red. ||Kneel before me|| the mannequin waited patiently.Tentatively, I stepped over to him, looking more closely. The muscles on his body were not fully rendered giving him the appearance more like an art-deco sculpture than an actual human. His head was very smooth with eyes closed and no facial hair, and tilted down somewhat, as if facing someone kneeling before him. As a sculpture he was compelling. He radiated strength and power, in ways I couldn't quite define.I reached out and touched. How about letting me take some pictures of you.”I was surprised and extremely flattered that my uncle would want to photograph me. “Thanks, Uncle Dan. I would love that!”My uncle pulled me down from the porch swing and led me back inside the house.“Let’s see here,” he thought aloud. “Why don’t you come over here and sit on this chair?” He pulled one of his wood dining room chairs out into the middle of the room. I followed his direction and sat down.“Should I change clothes, Uncle Dan? I wasn’t. She knew there were at least two railroad lines being built, and there was an airport. She knew she could probably find out all about it if she asked her Dad; right now she didn't really want to."What do you guys do for entertainment?" she finally asked."Movies, plays, we get together for games and picnics. What do you guys do?"Sammi shrugged. "Movies, swimming like this, sometimes dancing. Sometimes somebody will host a pool party. I like going to those a lot." A pool party? What's that?"Sammi.