I peeled my shirt off, my breasts bouncing out. Clint drove the car forward, turning onto our residential street. I draped my t-shirt across my lap an... set about masturbating. I grabbed a hard, dusky nipple, rolling and stretching it. Delicious shivers raced down to my pussy. My hand shoved back into my panties, finding my wet snatch. I rubbed it, shivering in delight while my youthful breasts jiggled as Clint drove over a speed bump.I groaned, feeling so juicy. A jogger on the sidewalk glanced. She was grilling out and he could see from the things scattered onthe small table by the lawn chair that she had been outside for most ofthe day. She waved at him and told him hello as he got out of the car.She was really quite friendly he thought. It would be a good foundationfor her when she was properly guided into the role Brother Paul had inmind for her later.She offered him some tea and asked if he would join her for some the hotdogs she was grilling. He shook his head and told her that. Julie was by the back door with the farm dog, giving it love and attention. You could tell that he was used to it - he flopped down on the floor and rolled over onto his back, exposing his tummy for her to rub. She obliged him, and his tail wagged, and his tongue flopped out to the side in a happy grin. “He’s not allowed inside because he’s a work dog,” she told me earnestly, “but mum lets me play with him by the back door when he’s not working.”With tea made, we sat at the table in silent. Taking me in her arms, she explained how he had fallen whilst ridge walking with a party of tourists near where he lived and had been killed. Uncle Robert, or Robbie as we all knew him, was not a real uncle but my father’s best friend from his days in the army. They had become very close, friendship forged under fire, the sort of friendship that endures.The loss hit us all. He and my father had spoken often, although his visits had become fewer as the demands of work and family life had grown..
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