..Fortunately, even though I'm still the guest of honour, I stay out ofthe spotlight for the rest of the night, and I quickly relax- and astime passes... even the feeling of being on stage doesn't feel so bad inhindsight. This could, however, be due to the number of beers I drank,which clouds my memory of much that happens later in the night; andresults in a splitting headache the following morning when a loudbanging noise wakes me from my slumber."Ian!" Grandma shouts through the door, making me. " "How long is your favorite uncle's dick?" About five inches is all." "Where you a naughty f******n year old girl like my niece?" "Mmm hmm, he always did it slow and easy like your doing right now, and we would look at his collection of naughty pictures while we did it." "I've always loved being naughty." Doing it with you brings those naughty memorys back because when I was thirteen he seemed so huge and it felt soooo gooooood...ahhhh...keep fucking me like that Uncle Mike"Mikes cock is. Afterward, we walked down the pier and he tried to hold my hand."I'm married. remember? This is just friends." I said.He quickly came back with "Well, friends can hold hands. Whatever though. I don't want to come between you and your husband. I'm fine being your side game." Side game? Wait. You're not my side game. You're my friend." A friend your husband doesn't know about." Not true. He knows about you." Oh, so he knows we're hanging out today?" Well, no. But I've told him about you." Why. Seconds ticked by while the tension grew. Calming herself, she slowly approached him, as if testing his mood with each soft, tentative step she took. “I'm not resisting, Ted. You know I want you. You don't need to force me, it doesn't have to be like this.” Ted wrapped another length of the sash around his fist and stretched out a measured length with his other hand. It was an innocuous act, but one that hinted what he could use it for. Becca paused while her blue eyes went to the sash and then.