Gone, and never coming back. She was even having trouble walking now. One day, I came to visit her early Saturday and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Ca...thy looked great! If not great, then at least a whole lot better than she had. ‘Take me out of here David’ Cathy said firmly. I didn’t believe what I had heard, but there was no mistaking the tone or the urgency in her voice. ‘I want to get out of this place David. I need to, please.’ I went looking for a nurse or a doctor, someone to either talk. Uncle Phil had just been rubbing me up until that point so I let out a sharp little yelp of surprise behind his hand when one of his fingers suddenly penetrated me.I whimpered as he twirled his finger around inside my little virgin hole before bringing it back up towards his mouth, but instead he removed his other hand from my mouth, kind of swinging it aside like a door, but keeping it resting against my head, holding it ready to clamp down any moment, and shoved his finger, dripping with my. I kept thinking what it would look like to stand behind her and spread it apart nice and wide.So we decided to see each other again a few days later. We went to a dinner, talked and hung out. When we walked home she said do you want to come up for a bit. I do need to get to work early tomorrow but you can come up for a drink. I said, "Sure, that would be nice". So I went up. When we got to her place, she said she wanted to take her business clothes off. I said go ahead. When she came back, she. " Good," she replied, pulling a set of keys from thepocket of her leather jacket. "Get in the car, Peter."I looked in the direction where she had aimed the key fob,and let out a low whistle when I saw the lights of a redFerrari flash in response."Wow! Nice wheels!" "Yes. If a car isn't beautiful and powerful I won't drive it."We climbed into the Ferrari on our respective sides, and the instant I'd clicked the lock on my seat belt into place she put her foot down and we shot out of the side.