"Have you discussed the drink problem with Aunty May", his Uncle asked. There was some time before his Uncle spoke again. "Maybe counseling would help...". Burt smiled to himself as a thought flashed through his mind. 'Everything has now got to go before a counselor. Bang your toe and 'you must see a counselor'. I don't know how we survived, we had no counselors at boarding school, yet we managed.'His Uncle didn't mention the call and he didn't ask; for really it was no concern of his. It was. Both of us touching one another. Fingers slipping in, and out of holes that were moist enough for such activity. Over the past few weeks we had really become best friends. Of course she was in charge, but that didn't mean what I had to say didn't matter. Perhaps a few of you have forgotten what real intimacy means. The pure connection one human being can have to another. Honestly I was in love with this big black bitch."Do you love me?" I asked her."Of course I do Eddie." She told me."Then that. ..till I was squelchy gaped. Then she started sucking off my petite clit. She tells me it will get bigger and bigger... as I get older...I’m excited about that.I was so energized; I was burrowing into my own mothers arsehole. Stretching her tight rear cavity. Blowing warm air around her anus. Scratching over her sensitive perineum with my nails. Then it was like my tongue was married to her clit. I hit it and hit it ...till she squirmed.I could hear my granny moaning and knew mum was giving her. I bit my lip and smiled as small tingles of pleasure trickled down to my pussy. I laid my hand over James’ bulge beneath his shorts. He looked up at me, smiled, and unzipped his pants. As he slipped his boxers down, his throbbing cock became exposed as it sprung from his pants. I leaned forward and wrapped my mouth around his shaft and began to pull, suck, and caress it with my tongue. He moaned in pleasure, but pulled his cock from my mouth. “Today is for you, Stacey.” I took a deep breath.