Face Fuck Book #92

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Part 62 of the 66 part series

Updated 10/31/2022
Created 05/04/2013
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erectus123
erectus123
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Face Fuck Book #92

He's passed on
But Uncle Francis is still alive on FB
God,  a handsome man!
       wavy dark hair
       big eyes
       flashing smile
Maybe his daughter put it up
His son, Dingus (we all called him that)
Asshole!
Francis got Dingus's girlfriend drunk
       (before they married)
Talked her into giving him a blow job
       said her mouth was always open!
       (the husband is the last to know)
My Uncle Francis fucked everyone
       super salesman      
       provided tits and cunt
       Old School (as far as I know)
His sister, Deb, lived
       in a five story Westside
We visited frequently
Down the hall Daisy
       always wore flowery dresses
A mousey young widow
       husband dead a year
       under declared income
       Social Security benefits slim
Deb and my mother, sisters
       went shopping
I stayed in Aunt Deb's apartment
       watching cartoons
Francis, my father in tow, visited Daisy
Francis talked her into playing
       strip poker
When Deb and Mom returned
       they asked me,
"Where are the men?"
"In Daisy's apartment"
"What are they doing there?"
"I don't know"
      proceeded to investigate
Now the two men were
      in their underwear
Daisy was bra-less
"Ah shit Deb, what was your fuck'en rush,"
      roared Francis      
My mother furious
We left immediately  
Dad, white
        whole ride home
Years later asked Uncle Francis,
       "What happened?"
He smiled,
       his head canted forward
       as he lit his cigarette
"I screwed Daisy
       dining room table
       she gambled
       I lost"
He flicked the ash of his cig

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Ashesh9Ashesh9almost 11 years ago
Ah , what a fine

Charmer , Uncle Francis was !!!!!

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