The next morning at breakfast, I decided to press my Uncle Dan for details about his conversation with my mother.“Are you all right, Uncle Dan? Did ...I do something wrong?” I offered.“No, sweetheart, you’re fine. I’m sorry that I made you feel that way. I should have known that you weren’t going to be living out here in the country with your 55-year-old uncle forever. I just didn’t expect you to be leaving so soon.”“Uh, when am I actually leaving?”“Tomorrow,” he announced matter-of-factly. “Your. Arse on your cock...?”I didn't really say anything this time, just a knowing look of approval and some nodding.As if in response to the fact that his 'turn' was over, Rob pounded a few hard strokes into her and pulled out. Her arse gaped briefly before pulling closed. Clare crawled down the bed and turned over. She was facing me as she guided my cock into her arse. I was expecting it to be less tight after the pounding Rob had given it, but it was like a vice on my cock.She pushed all the way. You began to lead me somewhere but I couldn’t tell where as I was blindfolded. You suddenly stopped, I stayed very still knowing my place was to serve you and waited for you to take what ever you wanted. I felt your hand roam my body, I felt you unzip my black cocktail dress and let it fall to the floor. I was wearing the sexy thong and matching bra you bought me. It fit me beautifully, I heard you whistle in amazement. I felt you undress, but I couldn’t be sure as you I couldn’t see you. I. In short, he was angry at everyone.But the drive home was almost cathartic for him. He realized that he wasn’t the center of the universe--as much as it seemed sometimes he was. No one was responsible for his happiness but him.Merie left because she couldn’t live with the memory of her sister’s attack, not because she couldn’t live with Brock. Jen did what she did because of her need to belong, not because of anything Brock did. Leslie was into everyone’s business, not just Brock’s. Mel was.