No longer were we merely Uncle and nephew. How could we be? Over the course of 3 days, we had fucked and sucked each other with abandon; in our cabi..., while hiking in the woods, in the car… Nearly getting caught a few times, I might add. And now, it was hard to look at each other without…getting hard. For when I looked at him now, I saw an ass that my cock sought a welcome home in, a mouth ever-so-willing to embrace my throbbing cock and swallow my waves of cum… And how could he look at. Then to the dressing room. They were met by Mr Pussyman and a whole crew of makeup and wardrobe people. He explained how the process goes and how they may need to do several takes for each scene so they need to listen to the director. The girls were nervous about that part but agreed and stripped off their clothes as instructed.The first scene was the two girls as nurses in the skimpiest outfits they had ever seen. It exposed their asses and cleavage like none of their own clothes.The scene. And most of all sick of himself, sick of the shell of a man he had become. The buzzing of the vid phone roused him from his dark thoughts. Probably the café wanting him to come in early. Screw it. Let them find someone else to handle the last of the lunch crowd. Nelson began to clean up the mess in the floor, but the phone continued to buzz insistently. With an irritated twist Nelson said, ‘Answer, image off.’ There was a hum and a click. International connection? Nelson waited quietly. The. Colors, options, horsepower, aftermarket parts, the best cleaning products, the list seemed endless. She was beginning to think he was a bit obsessive. She assured him over and over she kept her convertible garaged, until she finally sent him a photo of her baby in the garage, gleaming from the last washing. He complimented her, saying if he weren’t newly married he’d love to get to know her. Married? Wonder what she drove? He ended by making strong suggestions that she wouldn’t like what.