I was a friend to you, and I think I deserve at least the same. If nothing else, I deserve a legitimate explanation for why you can’t stand the sigh... of me.’ He waited a moment. ‘Are you done?’ His words were met with Janey shaking her head, sighing and rolling her eyes. ‘Yeah, sure. Guess so.’ He sighed, swallowing hard, he could see the tears shining in her eyes. It was time to fess up, this wasn’t fair. ‘I’m sorry, Janey. You’re right.’ He walked around her quickly as the shock held her in. Seeing her golden-brown skin next to his paler lightly tanned had turned her on even more she loved the contrast of it in the mirror. Something must have jolted her wake, a creek a hoot I don’t know what. All I know is she couldn’t get back to sleep still feeling restless. Now as she lays there wide awake in bed the image of her and him in her minds eye would not leave her and she was sexually frustrated, she got up and pulled out the draw that was beneath her bed to find her trusted. He eyeballed Camorra for a second, then rasped, "A gentlemen, huh? Don't often see the likes of you round here; no, you're all too damned posh for this dump, aren't you?" With that, he rasped into a hacking laugh, greatly tickled by his own perceived wit. Camorra's sarcastic smile merely broadened. Receiving no response, the uncle turned to Benjamin. "Now look what the blazes you've got yourself into, you idiot. The man could be a murderer, or worse. You won't be the first little fool to be. It felt good. It felt wonderful, actually. Why not enjoy it? I didn't object when he began feeling my breasts through my peasant blouse. This too felt wonderful and natural and right. The pot made me incredibly horny and I responded strongly to him. Just when I thought I might orgasm just from him squeezing my nipple, he whispered in my ear. "My pants are too tight and my dick is hurting. Will you take it out?"Not thinking very straight, I actually took him at his word and thought he was in.