I soon realized that he must have seen me looking at the magazine from what happened next. As we sat sipping our drinks, he suddenly said "Teddy, now ...that you're getting to be a man, do you ever have wet dreams?" Now mom had told me all about wet dreams when I first started to ejaculate, but I rarely had them, probably because I masturbated so often. Uncle Tim and I had never talked about sex before, but I wasn't too embarassed because we were good buddies and I trusted him enough to talk to. She still seemed affected by the booze, but I think she realized at that moment what she had gotten herself into. She said “who said you’re going to fuck me at all?”I looked at her and just said “shhhhhhhhhh” I stopped long enough to make sure Julie was still fast asleep. Then I led Sara down the hall. I stopped in the bathroom for a moment and grabbed a big bath towel. I led her into the parent’s room and threw the towel on the bed. Sara asked me what I was doing. I said “we don’t want to make. You go on down, behind here, and instead of turning off onto County Line Road, look off to your right, there. There's a couple trailers back in there, 'cross the road from them woods and that swamp-lake. Old Nigra man named George Wallace's back there. There's a white family name of Hemphill, 'same general spot."Sam located the Hemphill's mobile home first. It was set well off the roadway and deep in the pines. The aged double-wide trailer had its back to the nearby highway. From its front. Dad stood next to me, arm around me, hand gently caressing the cheeks of my ass. He moved slightly behind me, nuzzling my neck, knowing from previous experience how much that turned me on. I squirmed against him, feeling his hardness against my bottom through the sheer fabric of my nightgown. Uncle Dave moved in front of me, his hands roaming over my nipples, and his mouth capturing mine in a long lingering kiss, and one of them must have pulled the shoulder straps because the nightdress fell.