{It was a strange feeling for Winnie. In the place where Ernie didn't have to worry what he wore she felt less uncomfortable in girl's clothes becaus... the room looked unfamiliar.}Uncle Charley rose from the desk's chair across from the door at the end of the upstairs' hall, and told her, "It's about time you people stopped your yammering, and came up to help. Now, get your keester over here and make your bed."As she came further inside, Winnie asked, "Are you allowed to talk to girls like. As we chatted for about 20 minutes and how i made excuses why im here so late, i pretended that i got a phone call from a friend saying that i haven't fucked a a milf yet. Even though i had already fucked my sister's babysitter's hot mom. Which was the rule when you turn 18. As she asked me i acted like no i cant and she kept saying you can trust me, as i told her the ritual. She kind off paused and said well... its almost the end of the school year you can take me... As i said well your a. I grabbed her by the hand and we held each other for a moment.Mom was coming in the house, "Upstairs, in separate rooms, please? Chop chop!"After we were sent to our rooms, I got a phone call from my sister, "Why did you say all of that?" My heart told me to—I'm sorry I messed everything up. Don't hate me, please?" I could never hate you, I love you!" What do you think Mom and dad will do?" I asked."I don't know, maybe send one or both of us to a private school somewhere," I wondered. She eyed at her personal computer inside the home working space just across her bedroom. Her task could wait. She did not bother to strip. Fully clothed, she embraced him from behind. Her hands travelled down to his midriff and abs. Inevitably, her fingers found his member and began to pump. His lips twitched and curled into a smile. He knew her touch, her scent. “Don’t harass me, dear lady. I don’t know how to answer to my wife should she learn of my infidelity,” he mused. His Irish lilt in.