We couldn’t complain about that! The next year, Pastor Lundquist at the Swedish Lutheran Church asked me to start a kindergarten. Once we got it str...aight that there would be no religion taught in my school, I went to work.”I remembered that kindergarten in the basement of the Lutheran Church. I’d gone to it for three years with my mother as teacher.“That’s an amazing story, Mom,” I said. I was too overwhelmed with the information to ask a coherent question.“Well, it’s time you reconnected with. I had to hold my arousal, my excitement, and do it right."Tell me if it hurts, sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you," I said with it in place before making any movement.She looked back from over her shoulder, her long brown hair canvassing her cute, apprehensive but determined young face, "You don't need to worry about me, Uncle Allen… I can take it. I… I want you to fuck me..." I could see the mix of arousal and extreme shyness on her beautiful little face, and I basked in the excitement of. His thick cock filled my hand and pretty much all of my mouth. I began to stroke and suck his cock gently and he continued pressing my head downward on his thick cockhead. I am pretty good at deep throat but I gagged on his cock head. He kept pressing. I took a deep breath and got his cock head past my larynx and in to my throat. I had his meat fully in my throat and mouth until my chin rubbed his balls. He continued to press on my head but I had to come up for air. I was gasping and he kept. "It's you," she whispered. He smiled and she felt her knees weaken. He pulled her close and kissed her. His hands made their way to her ass, gently squeezing it. "I'm Jesse," he said when their lips parted. "I'm Grey," she whispered breathlessly. "Will you join me for a drink in my room then, Grey?" Gladly!"They walked to the hotel and headed to his room. He held open the door and let her in. She gazed out his window. He had a full view of the ocean, the most gorgeous view she'd seen. He had.