"This is so wrong, but you taste so good." He moaned into my pussy. With my hand on his head pushing him deeper I begged him not to stop because I am ...about to cum. "Fuck, fuck me please Uncle!" I begged. He stode up. Dick pointing straight to my wet craving pussy hole. He came closer and pulled me by the hair causing me to look straight in his face and not his dick. He said, "You now gonna see you naughty bitch."And just then we heard the gate open outside. Fuck I said. Jumped off his desk. Well enough thinking for now. She takes the water and wipes his forehead. The sheet is only over his waist and his upper body is exposed. MMMMMMMMM you’re a good looking man when you’re not all covered in blood.Thank you John Johnson thank you so much. Marie looks at him, arms on each side of head she bends down and very softly kisses his lips.John is in a fuzzy dream land and thoughts running through his head. He has been touched in some very pleasing ways and now it seems a pleasant smell. Michael said nothing and she was somewhat glad of it. She felt foolish, having him come to her rescue while some drunk pawed at her. Jumbled thoughts filled her mind, coming and going between worries and questions about Matt and what Michael was thinking, but she had come to no conclusions. Vaguely she realized they were on the way back to her place and glanced at Michael’s profile, so much like Matt’s and yet…not. His features were sharper, almost harder and unlike Matt’s open, devil may care. When hereturned home, his pretext for his ruined hair was, "I showered afterPhysical Education class." He didn't have to use that excuse because hismother and sister were strangely silent, making no inquiry into how hishairdo was received by his classmates. "Curious," he thought aloud. Hecouldn't shake the feeling that somehow he didn't get away with what hehad done.Bobby shuddered as he finished reliving events from last week. Histhoughts returned to the present as his mother's proclamation.