The way his arms felt pressed against my breasts, his lips against my ear, what his skin tasted like when I’d licked his hand. My poor little puss... was aching so badly by now my panties were saturated. The throb was hot and demanding and even squeezing my thighs hard together wasn’t helping any more. All I could think about was Uncle Joe and how much I wanted him; and if given half the chance I would beg him to fuck me and take my virginity. I wanted him so badly my body was physically. You’re the best thing that happened to me - that was definitely a song for us, wasn’t it? Funnily enough, even though we split up and went on to lead separate lives, I still believe those sentiments are true (oh yes, even though there was pain and not so much glory). Of course, I knew that you got married to Veronica (it was in the local paper at the time) but I didn’t know you’d had children. I did think you would. So, how old are they? Are you a grandfather yet? I think I told you previously,. Damned if I don't! Haven't I had to fight for everything as long as I can remember?I was the first one in the family ever to attend college. Years of grunt work as a typist, receptionist, secretary, and general office slave. Got my first real break when the VP of production chose me as his assistant. I'm finally pulling down a halfway decent wage, but at what cost? Working long hours, going to night school to get my grad degree, giving up any pretense of a social life.Relationships? No time.. . quite a night. It certainly smells like sex in here.”Wait, did I hear that? Naw, my alarm hadn’t gone off, did I remember to set it? I barely opened my eyes and saw Mary and Richard, oh shit, oh my god, “HELLO Mother, Hello father!”“Who are you ... oh god bless America,” my sister/lover said.“Why are you in here?” I asked, trying to change the topic.“It’s eight am. We should be on the road, but somebody didn’t set his alarm,” mom said, in her typical pose of hands on her hips.“Kids,” mom.