And if anyone had one, Michael Baptiste did.So, I flew to L.A. and took a cab from LAX to Brentwood. It was a lesson in multi-million-dollar real esta...te. The cab let me out on a circular drive in front of a mansion. A maid answered the door and led me to a magnificent library. The view was amazing, but the books were better.I noted at least five early edition Shakespeare volumes. One couldn't have been produced any later than 1632. There was an edition of the Malleus Maleficarume under glass. "I said, "Bring them over here by the billiard table and set them down about two feet apart."Uncle Paul did as I told him then I stepped up onto the blocks. He smiled then said, "Oh my God, now I know what you use them for."He stroked his cock back and forth several times to make it harder then got between my legs. I grabbed his cock and guided inside me then we began fucking. After a short while I said, "Well Uncle Paul, how do you like fucking me in the standing position? I like other. My cock instantly sprang up and was erect like a pole. She slowly held it in her hand and stroked it. My cock was already wet with my pre-cum. She then slowly slid it in her mouth. It was hot inside and she deliciously sucked it like a hungry child. I graciously fondled her hair when she fed on me. I now slowly started to stroke her mouth and at the mean time fondled her breasts. I then made her lie down flat on her back and spread her legs. It was the most erotic scene in my life, my slut. Back there. Come for me."He went back to apologizing over and over again, "I'm so sorry, honey... so sorry..."She was starting to go numb. She kept urging him on, "It'll be okay. Just come in me." Come in me," Sam repeated, "Come in me." Then again. And again. The phrase became a mantra that she whispered each time her uncle's cock sank all the way into her aching rear hole and the side of her face rubbed up against the wall in front of her. The mantra was for herself as much as for him. She.