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My father dropped me off at Uncle Larry's house one evening. He waved goodbye and I straggled inside with my bags. I haven't seen Uncle Larry in a while. But from what I remembered, he was hot as shit and a total panty wetter.
He wasn't there yet, but I had the key and let myself inside. His place still smelled of whiskey and rug spray. A sexy smell if you ask me.
"Same old uncle Larry," I sighed, making my way to the guest room I picked out every time I visited.
I flopped down on the bed and closed my eyes. Uncle Larry was so damn sexy, my fertile body ached to be touched by his hands. He was the essence of a bad boy. Rough and rugged, yet a gentle giant and very strict.
For an 18-year-old girl like me, uncle Larry was better than a twenty some odd year old jock. And I've seen a hint of his cock before at the pool.
Well hung and healthy. Damn.
