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Cindy tossed me her wet bra and panties. “Here, Uncle Ron, you can keep these as souvenirs,” she said.
I caught the undies in one hand. They were both soaked with cum and had the pungent smell of man juice.
A minute later, Carolyn’s bra and panties were tossed to me, too. They were even wetter than Cindy’s. I looked over at Carolyn, and she had already put on her T-shirt and shorts.
“By the way, Uncle Ron, did you keep track of who got the most cum shots?” Carolyn asked me.
“Well, yes I did.” I answered. “Carolyn got 10 shots, and Cindy took 9.”
“Damn, you bitch!” Cindy, said. “You had a contest without telling me. That’s not fair!”
“All’s fair in love and cum.” Carolyn retorted as we headed out the door.
When we were about six blocks from Cindy’s house, a car passed us with a woman driver. The driver looked familiar to me.
“Oh my God,” Cindy exclaimed, “that’s Cindy’s mother.”
“That’s Cindy’s mother?” I asked. “She looks familiar to me. Is her name Evelyn?”
“Yes,” Carolyn answered. “Why, do you know her?”
By that time, it had all come back to me. Evelyn and I had gone to high school together, and had even gone out a couple of times. “Yes,” I answered, “we were in high school at the same time. We actually went out.”
“Whoa!” Carolyn exclaimed. “Did you fuck her?”
I was taken aback at her directness. I managed to stammer out “no, not really.”
“Not really?” Carolyn asked. “What does that mean?”
Now I was getting embarrassed. “Well, I did finger fuck her,” I answered.
“Finger fuck, what the hell is that?” Carolyn asked me.
“Well, it’s just what it sounds like,” I answered.
Carolyn just looked at me with her sexy smile. “You’ll have to show me about that sometime,” she said.
I didn’t answer. We drove along in silence. For my part, I was deep in thought. I was wondering about whether Cindy got her house in order before her mother got home (I didn’t see how she could have). I was processing the debauchery I had observed my niece engaging in. I was thinking about Cindy’s mother, Evelyn. I was thinking about showing Carolyn about finger fucking. It had definitely been a hell of an afternoon.
