She grabbed a wooden youth-size baseball bat and went to the look outside. Brittney kept the porch light on at night so she was able to see if was her...maternal uncle, Al, when she look through the peephole. She snatched to door open. “What do you want?”“Damn,” belched the 49 year-old. “That’s how you greet me.”“Come on in. You’re drunk.”“Only a little,” he slurred.“Want some coffee or water?”“Uh. Water. You got some chips?”“Sure,” she rolled her eyes.Al York made it to the couch. Brittney set. One finally spoke. “Are you okay, woman?” “I’m fine,” I said. “Just taking a walk.” “Where are your clothes?” he asked, the hint of a smile coming over his face. “They’re at my house,” I said. “I like to walk without them, especially on nights like this.” “She comes to our market,” the other added, allowing his eyes to scan all the way down to my feet, then back up. When I met his gaze, I knew him immediately. The fish merchant! “So you’re that woman,” the other said, nodding his. .. yes I know a couple could be repeats... We went to breakfast at a restaurant where the “seniors’ special” was two eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast for $1.99.“Sounds good,” my wife said. “But I don’t want the eggs.”“Then I’ll have to charge you two dollars and forty-nine cents because you’re ordering a la carte,” the waitress warned her.“You mean I’d have to pay for not taking the eggs?” My wife asked incredulously. “I’ll take the special.”“How do you want your eggs?”“Raw and in the shell,”. She gripped my ass. I kneaded her rump. I pulled her tight, devouring her pregnant pussy.My daddy bred this cunt. And my cunt!My pussy burned. Juices dripped down my thighs. I groaned as I savored his eyes on me. He was right behind me. I shuddered, feeling his gaze on me. I loved him so much. My pussy clenched as I wiggled my hips.Then his cock smacked into my rump.I shuddered as Daddy slid his dick across my rump. It dipped into my butt-crack. I shuddered as his cock slid down to my asshole..