” Shania stepped back to the sofa and sat next to me. “I neither need nor want an Uncle Eric from this point forward. You’re just Eric.” She t...ok another sip from her drink. “So tell me,” she said, leaning back against the sofa, “what did you think of Jerry’s pals?” I waved my glass noncommittally. “An eclectic bunch. Some better than others.” “How about the one who wanted me to be his bitch?” I chuckled. “Him I wanted to clock,” I admitted. “Were you jealous?” My guts twisted. Presented that. My head was spinning, my legs shaking and now I felt my pussy was wet.I dropped to my knees, opening my red lips to put my tongue out and lick along the slit of the cock. I opened my mouth wider and began to suck on the thick cockhead. It was huge; I started sucking harder and harder, trying to slide along as much of its shaft as I could manage.He said he did not want my mouth; he wanted my married cunt. He would enjoy fucking me right on Victor’s brand new pool table. The bastard added that. I stood up to my full height and pulled my black cloak apart to flash my pale, nude body.He saw my pearly skin and rock hard, slender, smooth, eight inch cock. But that's not what he craved. He craved my pink nipples to bite and lick and before he knew it, he stumbled forward into my embrace and began to suck and devour my nips. I moaned appreciatively, as the nerves were still sensitive there. I fondled his muscles and the throbbing vascular veins across his biceps and triceps and shoulders.. Suddenly, that warmth vanishes. My eyes snap open. Ginny is grinning at me, the blanket clutched in her hand."Gin, it's cold." Well, it's warm downstairs. Mum will have the fire going. Come on."Ginny is holding out my dressing gown.I groan, sliding off the bed, Ginny slipping the furry green robe over my arms, before tying the sash.She loops an arm around my waist."Come on. There'll be presents, too."Once we have had a quick shower, and dressed in fresh payjamas we head down in the Living Room..
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