Except to adjust in the bed to get more comfortable, there were no sounds coming from either of us, as we watched Sarah Jane break her mother’s hear...t. I could have sworn I saw a tear or two slide down your face as Sarah Jane ran behind the funeral wagon yelling for her mother. I tried to hold off, but by the time Sarah Jane was really into the crying, I was crying right along with her. You just held me and let me get the front of your robe all wet with my tears. When the movie was over, you. She had had every intention of cutting herself off from the scene entirely, but decided to go out on Halloween for one final fling.Melissa had been hearing stories about me for months and had wanted to meet me, but had always been in the wrong place at the wrong time. On some occasions, she had missed me by a matter of minutes. That had only served to pique her interest. When she made the decision to quit the scene, she had put that desire out of her mind. Then we met. In that one, brief,. Oh!’, I smiled, ‘Is it a sex thing Uncle’? I retired that night to bed and started enjoying my vagina, and the wondrous feelings it can generate. Uncles birthday, coming of age gift, could be worn inside my panties and controlled remotely, as in time, when I sat amongst men in the cinemas, on public transport, and in classes at college, no wonder I had developed that Mona Lisa look on my lips and in my eyes. Finally, I visit Uncle Frank’s Sex Shop and get to handle the biggest Dong ever. Now. “Oh, no you don’t,” he hisses. “You want my cock. I want to hear you beg for it.” He kisses me, taunting me with his amazing tongue, his arms still pinning mine to the bed. I am practically folded in half, as my legs are still on his shoulders, and his cock is pressed against me, torturing me with its hard, wet, heat. “Beg me, Lanie. Plead for it. Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you. Ask me to plunge my cock deep into you. You know you want it. You know you have to have it. All you need to.