So, this is it. The very next day I'm the back seat of their auto, taking a look at the clouds that have rolled in overnight, saying, "Hey, this is in...door weather, get off that beach!" I forget who was driving, and who was in the back seat with me, feeling relaxed and free enough to run his hand up under my summer dress. By the time I had unzipped him, bared his cock and stiffened it suitably we were braking before their well appointed abode. The thoughtful fuckers had taken the time to. Soon the giggle turned to squeels of laughter as several women shrieked and wailed as they realized the stains from the ink laced tea could not be removed. The very next day Kat was sent to live with her mothers younger sister, Aunt Agatha. Aunt Agatha and Uncle Charles had two sons. William was twelve and Thomas was eight. Uncle Charles was owner of a shipyard. What freetime Uncle Charles had away from the shipyard was spent tucked away in his vast library, working on a book about a bunch of. Apparently she doesn’t care for her old Uncle Dave like her sister does. You know, you’re an uncle, just not a real blood uncle; that way she figures it’s OK ... and, like I told ya, she really likes you.”This was a bit much to take in; but I had made up my mind that I wanted Diana the second I saw her this morning. Hell, I wanted them both! I looked down, nodded my head, and then glanced up at Dave and asked, “How’s this going to work?”“I figure when they get back, I’ll keep Paula up here for. The glass was dark, so I couldn't see what color the wine was. "Is a cabinet something a red?" A cabernet sauvignon?" he asked and impressed me when he made it sound French."That's it." Yes, it's a red." He looked to Mom. "Do you mind if I use it?"I took the dusty bottle and wine opener into the kitchen. Mom glanced at it with a sad smile. "Is it okay, Mom?" That's the last bottle from our last trip to California."I remembered that trip. I'd gone to camp that last year and had been so afraid.