At 6:15 I knocked on her door and told her dinner would be ready in fifteen minutes. Just like I did every other night. Just like nothing was differen...t, even though she was now living with a sex offender. Or a pedophile. Or whatever is lower than a pedophile. She sat quietly as I served our plates. The silence was awkward, and I felt my face turning red again as I replayed that scene for the thousandth time today. “Look, Winnie,” I started. “No, let me say something, Uncle Bob. I’m really sorry. Their heat matched the heat of the summer sun. The aroma of their juices was carried by the breeze that blew over them. When they came, the came together. Their mouths covered each other's mouths.Jake painfully squeezed her ass as shared his sperm with her. Her arms were entwined under his arms, the palm of her hands on his shoulders. They stayed like that, the thrustings slowing. The passion of the kissing replaced by gently touching."You'd better get this water back out to the fields," she. All I had to do was set it up so that they could both serve my lover Jackson and I. After at least a half hour of fucking, Jackson pulled out of his wife and motioned for him to come closer. He looked funny as hell wobbling on those high heels and resembled a classic white sissy slut in his outfit of women’s cheap lingerie, flat ass, pale skin, matted wig, and trashy red lipstick. I pushed his head down on Jackson’s cock and made him clean up his wife’s twat juices and the cum my lover had left. He was right, though. The weirdness was just beginning, and the level of discomfiture would only treble from here on out - for both of us.As the taxi made its way through our sprawling campus, I stared out at the mottled gray sky. The rolling grounds were an explosion of leafy colors, and kids just like me were everywhere. I saw groups of students laughing and gesturing wildly to each other. Girls were scurrying around, chatting excitedly on cell phones. Stealing a moment of intimacy beneath a.