He was actually shorter than my aunt, and even when I was several years younger I could take him in basketball or a wrestling match. So I guess I didn...'t feel threatened physically but just emotionally. Not only was this a guy but my own uncle. Yet somehow my a****l instincts kicked in. I felt good and my mind was set on pleasure. I called him a 'sick fuck' but grabbed the back of his tan bald head, using it for leverage, as I pounded his throat with my thick cock. He would gag and spit up all. “you are not getting me to try that! No sex is worth a trip to the doctor”. My new-found, burgeoning libido wanted to argue the point, but I let it go.Finally, I grabbed the book and randomly turned to position twenty-two, a mere five-step process. Of course I knew that 1. I could position myself in the doggy-style with 2. Rahul on bended knee behind me and 3. Rahul’s cock would fit into my vagina, but this was showing 4. Rahul lubricating his cock with my juice and 5. Slipping into my ass. My. Through that I came to know that she had 2 kids and that her husband sleeps around with lot of women and he uses her only for sex and that to for his pleasure . I felt pity for her and said to her not to worry and that I’ll be there by her side as her side as a good friend.At that moment I didn’t have any sexual thoughts about her. But she was literally crying over the phone when I called her up. I started talking to her a lot and one day she said that she still has feelings for me . Hearing. When it had passed, we both stopped moving and just held each other.“Wow!” I gasped. “That was more intense than anything we’ve ever done. And what’s with the new vocabulary?”“That’s the only word that seemed to fit. Jennifer was right. I needed a goodbye fuck!” she panted.I was softening, so I rolled off of her and pulled her into a cuddle. We lay there in the twilight, recovering.“You OK?” I asked.“Yes, it’s the only decision we could make. We both knew it before we started talking, didn’t.