Finally I started to wash my long hair. Hot dogs? Order a Pizza? Did I have some pies in the fridge? Somehow I didn’t feel that hungry any more....Skipping food was always an option.While I dried myself off I sighed. I would just start reading now and fix something to eat later on. “You’re such an addict”, I murmured and laughed a little laugh. Only wrapped in the towel I went back to my room, grabbed the book snuggled against the top of my bed and started reading.Usually I get. I was nibbling gently on her neck when she shuddered and mumbled my name, again; and I took that as my cue that it was time for the encore.And what an encore!She continued to call out my name over and over as I brushed my lips over her neck, across her shoulders, and to the tops of her breasts and around them. Her tone would go up and down the scale and she would actually squeal my name when I would gently suck her skin."Oh, Uncle Bob, please?" she gasped as I ran my tongue up the inside of her. This was going to be an interesting entry into my diary, I thought as I cleaned up and made my way to the parking lot.The drive home was great. We laughed, told silly jokes and got along just great. I had given my first blow job which put me in a really great mood. Even if my dad would have been down and out, I think I could have infected him with my laughter and my attitude. It was such a great drive home, dad decided to give mom the night off and we brought home some fast food.During the next. I tie the raft off and taking the small outboard motor from the locker, I climb over the side using a small ladder and climb into the boat and attach the motor to the back of the raft. I then climb back up the side of the yacht. ‘Would you hand me the picnic basket, dear?’ Woman: Biting my lip nervously as I realize that I am going to have to climb down into the tiny skiff, I hear him ask me for the picnic basket and hand it to him. Man: Taking the basket from her, and placing it in the.