I was so happy that he was alive and awake. This was even harder than when Uncle Sammy died last year. We'd all known that he was dying and that we co...uldn't help him. But Uncle Dar had been getting well and suddenly he was sick again. That was so much harder to handle than Uncle Sammy. Don't get me wrong, I loved him. It's just different when you know he's going.Uncle Dar noticed that each of us was wearing one of his medals and said in a weak voice, "I see someone got into my drawer. Well,. After about two minutes of assaulting her pussy, I slowed down, rubbing her clit while gliding in and out of her tight snatch.I moved my hand from her clit, licked my thumb and started pressing on her tight little asshole. “Oh you’re a dirty boy, aren’t you,” she playfully asked.“Baby, this is only the beginning.”I pushed further into her ass, plunging my thumb in, trying my best to match up with the strokes of my cock. “Get ready, here it comes.”She looked back at me, half frightened, half. "And there's nothing you can do or say to change my mind either." Then one week with me won't matter, will it?" she asked lightly, but the pain in her face was real.We stared at each other after that, but I was the one who looked away first. I couldn't bring myself to hurt her by answering right away. I decided to let her play her game and changed the subject. "Why do you believe he's not who I think he is?"She recovered her composure and took a sip of coffee. "Good looking musicians don't need. Betty the sexy teacher from college and I kept on talking after I finished my degree. After some time, she left teaching and moved about hour away for a better job. I went to see her in her new place, at the house warming party. The party was a typical older simple party. Several teachers were there, along with a few former students. As the party winded down, Betty was slowly cleaning up. As 9pm came about, it was just me and her. I was in the kitchen cleaning her dishes, putting the rest in.