“I’ll be a couple of hours at least,” I told him as matter-of-factly as I could. “What will you do? Promise me you won’t just wait here!”H...e turned towards me and smiled self-deprecatingly. “I’ll be okay. I’ll probably go for a run or walk the dog or something.”“No masturbating either, remember?” I scolded him jokingly in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.It didn’t work.“I need an erection to masturbate, don’t I?” he said smiling ruefully and looking into my eyes for the first time since we. It was a mini length that showed seemingly endless and well-muscled legs, complemented with high-heeled black boots. She could use this length if she wanted to give an edgy yet professional presentation, but also as a goddess at a social event. At a trade show, she could pass for eye candy in a technology booth, at least until she picked up a disrespectful male engineer and lectured him, in the air, on real-time process control technology. The dress had a neck-to-hem golden zipper, clearly. When mom and dad drank, they slept like rocks.My thoughts started racing to uncle Steve. My naughty thoughts, plus my booze buzz, made my little pussy tingle. I desperately needed to play with him again and take his dick into my mouth. I wanted to see it pulse and spew semen out of the tip. I am sure that my teasing left him frustrated and wanting more. Vanessa was the last guest still there. Was uncle Steve going to ask her to stay? This could be a disaster, if that happened.“Well, I’m going. "And then?" I asked, closing my eyes and letting the brush continue from scalp to tips."And then." He put the brush down and moved my hair aside. "And then, I'll come for you." He kissed my neck."Promise?" I asked doubtful."Promise." He stated firmly.I knew promises, they were only as good as the person making them. I tried to move heaven and earth to keep my promises. Would he?He pulled my shoulders back against him and firmly kissed me. "Promise." He repeated as if reading my thoughts. I.