Joan notices I am getting hard. And
don’t you dare tear any of your things or I’ll paddle you till you can’t sit
down for a week! Sex Is it some kind of game?”
“You might call it that,” says my wife. “Oh!,” says Dottie, “It’s Uncle James! God, I would like to see
their behinds! If it gets big, just give it a whack
with this.”
“I’d love to use that on his behind,” says Pam. Aunt Joan?” asks Dottie. Just imagine! “James, tell the girls they can squeeze your balls as hard as they like.”
“You can squeeze my balls as hard as you like,” I respond automatically. “Why you disgusting lecher!” she says. The moment I have been
dreading has come. “That’s really going to be something!”
“James,” she says to me sharply. “But that’s a
no-no for your Uncle James when you girls are here.”
“What can you do about it,” Dottie asks. She is
at the age when she is becoming interested in boys, but I doubt it ever
occurred to her to try and dress one up like a little girl. She has a nice slender figure for a
woman her age, but I feel that her hairdo and the rimless glasses she wears
give her an unusually severe quality.
