You're not gonna be going out driving anywhere tonight, are you?" Uncle Mark! I'm only 13! I can't drive, yet." Oh yeah. I forgot. You always seem so ...rown up to me. Okay, I guess it won't kill you to have a beer or two tonight. Just don't tell your mom or dad! They'll think I'm a bad influence! '"Everybody already knows you're a bad influence, Uncle Mark, but we all love you anyway!" Now you go slow with this stuff, Sweetie. I don't want a drunk girlfriend on my hands tonight." Oh, Uncle. A year after his incarceration my mother filed for divorce, and decided to move on with her life. I spoke to him on a weekly basis during his jail term, and visited him twice a year in the penitentiary. Dad’s first parole application was turned down, the year after I completed college, but one year later he got the green light. I had my own apartment at this time, and his parole was conditional on him living with me for the following year. I really wasn’t keen on this arrangement, but did what. ” I mutter after no time at all. His hand spare hand takes a firm hold of my right breast squeezing and massaging it. my back arches up and I begin to pant. I was getting close to the brink and my grandfather knew it. I hadn’t cum since I had been back on this farm, my hormones were running wild. I open my eyes and see a sadistic look in his eye, a sudden fear washes over my body and I feel him move his hand away from my wanting pussy. Only a second later his hand was brutally pinching my. She took his took his penis in her fingers and inspected it closely. “Ohyeah, here are some abrasions, all right. Does that hurt?” She ran herfingers lightly over the small read spots on his shaft.“… no … it more … tickles …”He began to erect uncontrollably and glanced anxiously at her. Lisaseemed to ignore his organ’s response and continued to stroke lightly.“Well it doesn’t look too bad, really. I’ll put some cream on it.