Renee had recalled all the times her uncle had been right in his advice, so when he told her, on the Saturday night before the storm, that she needed ...to leave, she left. Her uncle had also sent her aunt off to stay with one of their sons in Meridian, but he had stayed behind. He was a ham radio buff, and he’d felt like he had a duty to stay and provide communications. He’d been at his station, operating on generator power, when the storm surge wrecked his house. A wall had fallen in on him,. "I just changed my mind," he said.Now, you might think than this was foolhardy in the extreme. And so would I, had I not received that unconventional training from Uncle Mike.The summer before, shortly after the incident with the baseball bat, he was watching a boxing match on the TV when I came home from one of my nocturnal ramblings at the basketball courts of a nearby park.He was hunched in a chair, sipping on a beer and scowling as the pugilists on the screen clutched and held and generally. It stung as it whipped me. His fingers reached down to my underwear and skidded down towards my vagina. I had no hair and he seemed to prefer it. I felt one finger inside me, then two, then three. Then I felt him finger my ass, which made me scoot backward, knocking his hand away from me. I thought, I agreed to this and I wasn't going to back down. I knew if I contemplated it any longer than I had, I would have never agreed. Lucky for Charles, I didn't have that privilege now. I only had enough. I find this very sexy. Take my cock in your hands and gently stroke it. Go on, don't be afraid. From now on this is my cock. What is this Danielle?" Linda rubbed the dildo on my cheek. "Say it, tell me what it is." It's your cock, Linda." That's right Danielle. It's my cock. So let's start slow. Put your hands on my cock and stroke it up and down. That's very good. Now kiss the head. A nice wet kiss Danielle. See, it's not so hard is it? Now lick it like an ice cream cone. Get it nice and wet..