Someone once said money can't buy happiness. Whoever it was didn't know where to shop. Tamara triggered those thoughts when she told me about having s...crificed so much that it was time to be happy.I had sacrificed seeing my kids grow up. I wasn't there to tuck them in. I wasn't there for some of my son's sports. I wasn't there for my daughter's first boyfriend. My ex and I had grown apart. We divorced when Michael was six and Marie was two. My ex began dating her now husband soon after I moved. . Uncle Ike..." she said in her most seductive voice. She skipped into the room before he could stop her. "Oh... I see you're watching the video machine... will you show me your latest tapes?" Listen... kid... go'way... I'm busy right now!" Ike was still wearing his bathing trunks, and Nancy observed his dark curly body hairs with admiration."I've always liked your curly chest, Uncle Ike," she smiled, sitting upon the bed."Now when has she seen my chest before?" Ike wondered."Come on... show me. One, two, three, four huge streams of cum splattered across her chest and tits. Three more small squirts dropped into her cleavage.Gary caught it all on tape, so close I was surprised he didn’t get wet. He said, “Fuck, that’s a cannon, not a dick!” Kelly posed like a glamour girl, albeit a very nasty one, with cum splattered across her face and chest, as Gary taped her some more, including zoom-ins on the cum. When he finally shut off the camera, Gary offered Kelly a towel or a shower, her. Meanwhile the white guy comes over to us and is watching the whole thing. All of a sudden the door opens and we scramble back to the urinals and a Indian k** comes in that's over weight and it seems like they know him so the black k** says he's cool, now get back to it. So I get back to that magnificent cock sucking it and stroking it now both guys are watching me do him. I'm really enjoying this but its been going on for a while and honestly my throat and jaw are getting tired my knees are.