After all he was an experienced lover.“Oh my God, I’m cumming Uncle. Don’t stop!” I screamed loudly.I cum hard and my pussy juices was gushing...out of my pussy with his cum. He pulled his cock out of my pussy finally and started rubbing it up and down on top of my pussy in between the lips and through my hairy bush. I took a peek down my pussy and his cock was still so hard. I had a feeling that he didn’t cum a second time.I pushed him down on the bed and rolled on top of him with my face facing. I started to get my driver’s licence and Andy said that could have any car I wanted. So, he had to buy me a Ferrari.After Christmas, my mum died. I was actually happy for her struggle with life to be over. Cindy had a little down phase after that, but got back on track fast. Life was really great and despite regular visits from the youth welfare office, we could do whatever we wanted. Except one time, when there was an examination at school. The school doctor took a look at every c***d to see. . mold around their titties. “Are ... are you going to go out ... dressed like that?”“Oh dad ... don’t be so ancient. It’s not like we are advertising. We just want to look nice, not young girly, ok?” as she walked to him, putting her hand on his face “Daddy, do you like the way I look, I’m beautiful aren’t I? If you want us to change...”There it was ... the guilt trip phrase. No matter how you answer, it would come out wrong. Daughters know how to wield this and be very effective in the use of. Before our food arrived, Gypsy and I acted like junior high kids with their first crush. We both had something important to say and our nerves kept us acting silly instead. Finally, after a lull in the excitement, we both blurted out each others names as we reached across the table for the other's hands. We laughed at our timing. After being together almost constantly for eight months, we found ourselves finishing each other's sentences and reading each other's minds. Gypsy had invited me to.