“C’mon, kiddo. I don’t have a ton of time.”Uncle Joe was squirming in the kitchen chair with his be
“C’mon, kiddo. I don’t have a ton of time.”Uncle Joe was squirming in the kitchen chair with his beefy cock wobbling in front of me. He kept glancing in the direction of the garage, where my father was. Dad had recently bought some old muscle car as part of his mid-life crisis and he’d called Uncle Joe over to fix it up. I grinned at him.“Yeah, you don’t have a lot of time. Which is why you should tuck that monster back in your jeans before he comes in.”As I said it, he shuddered.“But that’s what makes it hot. The fact that he’s in the next room…” -- source link