My mission going to the shelter was complicated by my shock of who all stayed there. I expected there just to be people like Stu who were rejected fro... society and, well, bums. But there were families staying there along with adults of all ages with a variety of issues, some mental, but many were situational.Seeing kids running around just jolted me. There wasn’t a lot, but just that was some. I was strongly tempted to offer them a couple of rooms at the mansion until they got on their feet,. " “Lucky for me!” She stood up and grabbed my hand and pulled me to the pool. We jumped in together and when I came up to the top, she was waiting as her mouth covered mine. She wrapped herself around me and continued to kiss me deeply. She reached around and untied her bikini top and let her beautiful breast push against my chest. “I want you to fuck me with that hard cock right here.” I reached down and pulled my shorts down and off, and then pulled her bikini bottoms off. I picked her up. My fingers massaged my clit in time with his movements. Skin flushed as I concentrated on his hands and even the movement of the hair on his tanned body. His fist squeezed and more pre-cum leaked over his hand. He lubricated his shaft and stroked faster. The finger of the other hand teased his anus. My whole body was absorbed by this one man, at this beautiful now, and on the feel of our hands bringing us closer and closer to some metaphysical unity. I wondered who or what he was thinking about. “Our hands are identical – look -your fingers are the same length as mine. Mum always said my hands don’t look like Dad’s or hers – why is that – are you my real Daddy?”Uncle Mack didn’t answer straight away, but licked his middle finger and slipped his hand down the back of Alia’s tights. Her hot buttocks parted to take his probing finger – the finger tip pressing gently against her tender butt hole.“Oh Uncle, I love the way you do that – please push it in, Daddy never touches me like that. He.