The wheelchair spun around at the sound of the familiar voice.“Greg! Greg Williams,” I said. “Uh-yes, a few.” I was not exactly stupefied, but...I guess for lack of a better term I was stupefied. First my ex-wife, then my dad, now her dad, and all within the same few days: clearly word about my return to the USA was getting out. Not sure how I felt about that. What I didn’t need is what the bunch of them all had in common: their sympathy. What I did need was to be left the hell alone to drink,. Shaggy wasn't sure if it was him or Velma who shouted they were cuming first but he could see his lover's pregnant belly jumping as her cunt clamped tight around his cock and milked every drop of cum from his prick."Wow, you were even hornier than I thought," Shaggy gasped, "just look at all that pussy juice coming out of your cunt."Shaggy, that's not pussy juice," Velma said through clenched teeth as her belly rippled. "My water just broke. I'm going into labor." Zoinks! What do I do?" Shaggy. "Suck that shit."The girl dropped the sandwich and furrowed her eyebrows. The fantasy was over."Excuse me?" she asked.I felt every eye in the place fall on me. I'd wished I could've disappeared."Oh, um, sorry," I said. "I thought you were someone else."The girl snorted. And I decided I wanted coffee more than a veggie sandwich.I slung my backpack over my shoulder and walked quickly toward coffee shop next to the Fine Arts building. The Java Hut has been my refuge since I was an undergrad. I. My eyes flew open but I don’t remember seeing anything.He just held his cock there, deep within me as the shock waves of another orgasm ripped through my sex. I felt his mouth come down and his lips sucked my right nipple into his mouth. The distraction brought my quivering to a slow end and that was when he began. Slowly at first and then building both in tempo and force, Uncle Ron pounded his man sized cock deep into me.I lost count of the number of orgasms I had, but about 15 minutes.