The kind of time that sometimes happens when good friends add alcohol to the mix. They already liked each other but each now felt a warmer affection f...or the other. Not just affection but lust, at its beginning stages but lust nonetheless. Something could have happened then, he thought. Drinks with her had been fun. As they had walked out of the restaurant and across the parking lot, he could have taken her hand, pulled her towards him and kissed her with no resistance at all. He thought. Since. I was nibbling gently on her neck when she shuddered and mumbled my name, again; and I took that as my cue that it was time for the encore.And what an encore!She continued to call out my name over and over as I brushed my lips over her neck, across her shoulders, and to the tops of her breasts and around them. Her tone would go up and down the scale and she would actually squeal my name when I would gently suck her skin."Oh, Uncle Bob, please?" she gasped as I ran my tongue up the inside of her. A hand on the back of my head urges me forward he tells me to finish him. Haltingly I take him in my mouth all the way down to the base. This is not an easy task, he is quite large. Fondling his bare sac with one hand I proceed to work his dick with my tongue sucking the head while I stroke it with my other. I move my hands around to his ass and squeeze as I take him deep into my throat. My hands on his ass encourage him to fuck my mouth. I massage his length with my tongue as he moves his hips. "She asked the same question of Sandra, and when they finally were able to explain, she surprised us all by asking Sandra if she knew some kind of ballad that her dad used to play. Sandra must have known it because she started playing it and about three minutes into it tears were running down Joyce's cheeks. She moved over to sit next to Bill and just sat and cried the whole way through the ballad. When Sandra strummed the last few notes, she sniffed and wiped her eyes before saying.