Every Friday morning I drive out of town to see my Uncle Harry. The old boy is nearly eighty now and he lives in a plush care home in the country. Despite his years, he’s quite spry and a treasure to talk to. I love to hear his stories of him and my Dad when they were young and all the mischief that they got up to.
Uncle Harry has always been heavily into women. Hell he’s been married five times. Although he knows that I’m gay, he can’t resist telling me about all the intimate details of his sexual exploits both present and past. He’s shagging his young black nurse on a regular basis a...
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