She txt me as she entered the bathroom to change into her outfit and let me know she would be up in 15 minutes. I started to slowly wank my throbbing,... heavy cock. Pacing myself, knowing it would still be a few hours before i could empty my balls and this 5 day old load id been saving, along with the 5 days worth of filth and cheese id accumulated on my cock...I could hear her getting ready and my impatience was starting to get unbearable. We had arranged this meet days ago and now that the time. "What do you have?" I have some Chardonnay chilled in the refrigerator," she answered. "There's also some whisky and soda or some of my husband's beer. It's some of that expensive imported stuff from Norway or something." The wine sounds good."She disappeared into the kitchen, returning about five minutes later with two glasses of white wine in her hands. She gave one to Sydney with a hand that was trembling."Why don't you sit down?" Sydney prompted, patting the couch next to her."Uh... sure,". He held it lovingly in both hands, looked at me, then he held it close to his nose and sniffed it, all the way up and down the whole thing. I was still wet from my great orgasm in the bathroom, but I could feel my juices heating up again. Finally, Uncle Clyde asked me if it was mine. I told him someone gave it to me. No, my mom didn’t know I had it, and neither did anyone else, until now. He seemed to be delighted that he now knew my secret. I told him it was just like me discovering his. We then grabbed a bottle of cheap white wine and went to sit on the porch swing.‘Want to play a game’ she asked a few glasses of wine later.‘What’s it about?’ I asked her.‘We’ll take turn asking each other questions and we have to answer as truthfully as we can’‘Ok, it’s simple enough. You start’‘How often do you masturbate?’ she asked.Wow she’s fast, I thought, plunging right to the heart of the matter; no beating around the bush.I was caught unawares.‘Um let’s see …whenever the need.