I turned around, knelt down on the cushion, pulled my skirt up to my waist, and spread my ass cheeks wide for his visual pleasure. He looked shocked, ...ven after all the sexy things we did together. I guess it was because he usually did the initiating, and now I was directing the show. Uncle Clyde knelt down behind my willing ass, and licked my brown circle, then darted his tongue in and out of my squirming ass hole. I reached behind, and found his rejuvenated cock. I stroked his slimy shaft as. I wanted it to be like it had been before. I didn't want to live in that crappy little room and get drunk and have sex just because I didn't have anything better to do. That's what it felt like right then, standing in the bathroom, and I didn't think I looked very pretty at all. Mark and Chris shouldn't have let me do that stuff. They should be watching me better, I thought. But that wasn't fair either and I was only mad at them for a second. I was really confused and only because I was. I went quickly to the steambath and closed the door behind me. I heard noises and more people was coming and it was a boy just under my age and his mom I think. I tried to see thru the glassdoor without beeing seen and the mom took of her bathrobe and showed a big mature body with big boobs and completly shaved pussy. I was waiting for the boy to drop his bathrobe, and his mom was trying to take it off him, but he was protesting. suddenly she succeded and he was naked, and then I saw he had a. For months, and even years to come, there would be weak moments, where I would melt down and just lose it. Funerals were my destruction. Every time for the rest of my life, I would melt down at a funeral, even if I never knew the decedent. It would remind me of the me whom I had to lose, the me I had to kill, the me whom I loved most.So after I recovered, and Van saw it was safe to come near me, he asked if he could help me plan. I looked up to him, and feeling like shit, said “Yeah, what do.