You’re not nearly Politically Correct enough.”She grinned and added, “In fact, I even remember one in which the American businessmen weren’t t...e bad guys. Anyway, I guess my parents are going to give you bigger budgets and more films to do. That’s the plan, anyway. And my best guess is the Cliffords are probably involved with them.”Bill snapped his fingers and exclaimed, “You’re right, Kris! I had forgotten, but that name came up, too.” Then he shook his head sadly and said, “You know how to. He couldn’t move to cover himself.Linda stood and walked to Jeanie. Taking her hand, she whispered, “Remember when we were his age? How Uncle George would visit, what we used to do?"Jeanie’s mind raced back in time. She remembered how special it was to be filled with her uncle's hard cock. How much she enjoyed fucking him. Her pussy soaked her panties as she remembered. Linda smiled wantonly as her sister's nipples pushed against the fabric of her thin shirt.Jeanie felt Linda’s lips on her. He eased it in slowly until he was all the way in. I had never felt anything like it before. He put his hands on my thighs and started to pump in and out. It felt amazing as he pushed his cock in and out of my asshole. He had sex with me like that for awhile and then he sat down on the couch and had me ride him. I remember bouncing up and down on his cock and how it felt. He then told me to stand up and get on my knees on the couch where he fucked me until he came. His friend then jerked me off. A few beeps from the keypad later, she said "Hi!... Yes, it's on... Bye." And she hung up.And with that, she walked back up the squeaky stairs, and closed thebedroom door.I sat there on the couch, dumbfounded. Wondering what that phone callwas, and not exactly sure what was next.I didn't have to wait long. I watched TV for a few minutes. I did manageto pick up the remote behind my back and change the channels by feel.But shortly the doorbell rang. And I heard her come back down the stairsand.