Saturday we traveled towards the center of the Island and visited Piazza Armerina and the "Villa Romana del Casale" The mosaic floors are something to... behold. Dinner was late that evening back in Catania. At dinner we discussed the plans for Sunday and Teresa said that she would take us to the "Gorge of the Alcantara" and to bring our bathing suits or at least wear shorts.We left the Hotel about 12 after attending church with Teresa and headed for the Gorge of the Alcantara. This gorge is where. "Oh fuck!! Oh!! Oh Kevin!! Shit boy!! Yeah!! Suck me!! Suck on my cock!! Fuck yeah!!" He stopped fingering me and put his hand on the back of my head!! I loved it!! I was sucking my uncle's cock faster and faster!! I took him as deep in my young, hot mouth as I could; I even gagged myself, and still kept sucking!! I was cumming and cumming; and, I moaned and groaned!! He pulled me off his cock!! I made him cum; and, he said that he didn't want to shoot it down my throat!! I wanted more; so, I. It took nearly a second for my brain to realize that something was wrong. The sensation in my pocket didn't seem at all familiar. I paused, and let my hand push my pocket toward my 'Johnson'; perhaps it was snagged in my shorts again. A quick shuffle would straighten it all out.You can imagine the sensation of utter horror when my hand touched - nothing! In actuality, it touched something, but it wasn't anything that I'd ever experienced. Desperately, my hand groped around my crotch, searching. No plans - no premeditation to speak of - simply two people who had connected at work and wanted to connect personally. Clothing was further opened, and finally removed. We were down to our underwear, standing in the middle of her living room. There was a large picture window facing the street in front of the house. Willie moved toward the window, saying "I'd better close the d****s!" I quickly said, "Don't bother," grasped her hand and pulled her back to me.Willie returned to me, reaching.