Then I did the math for my own parents and realized that they had had my brother when my mother was sixteen and my dad was eighteen. I finally got to sleep, but it wasn’t easy. He sighed and, like he had a faucet in him or something, he said “Thank you Daffy”. Suddenly he sort of croaked “I’m gonna shoot.” He slammed back into Cindy and stayed there as his butt cheeks sort of flexed. You know how they say the mind has a way of forgetting pain. Uncle Bob’s fingers slid onto my sex, the sex no boy had ever touched, the sex that I knew was all gooey and slippery and wet. I heard myself going “Ohhh .. I felt his hands on my butt and my pussy started in again. Then he walked over to us, that thing swinging and bobbing in front of him like a witching rod.
