’ ‘Alright.’ We rose from the couch and walked back to my bedroom, closing the door. Standing face to face, once again we were passionately kiss...s, his hands running over my back, then my breasts. My hand on his cock, stroking it slowly in my hand feeling it hardness in my grip. We shed our clothes, kissing again he backed to the bed and sat down. His cock still in my hand I lowered my mouth to take it into my mouth. It’s large mushroom head sliding over my tongue. My hand continued to stroke. I was headed over to Uncle Bob's before church to check on the stray cat who was supposed to be having kittens any time. It was seven-thirty and I had plenty of time before Sunday school.I didn't bother with going in the house, Uncle Bob always slept in on Sundays 'til nine. He had stopped attending Sunday school when he turned thirty on the basis that if he didn't know what he needed to know by then, he never would.I found Miss Daisy, a tiger striped beauty, on a bale of hay in the barn. Uncle. Looking up into her eyes, his heated gaze nearly scorched her alive as he unclipped her garters and grasping her around her slender thighs slowly began to slide her sheer silk stockings down over her legs. Licking and nipping at every smooth, soft inch of her as he went, he had her gasping as he slid his tongue into the sensitive spot behind her knees, even suckling at the warm tender flesh, till he had her whimpering even louder. And when he began to slide her panties down over her legs to. I just shook my head, and I saw Terry smirk. He leaned over and whispered conspiratorially, “I know all about you and Joyce. It’s cool.”I just nodded. I both was and wasn’t surprised that she had told him the details. She had indicated that she wasn’t going to, but I guessed that she was concerned that something would be said at one of these dinners that might give it away, and that it was better to get it out in the open rather than have Terry blindsided.When dinner was ready, Terry opened a.