She watched all different kinds, especially her favorites. Her pussy was dripping wet and she was hornier than ever. So Kayla stripped, long and slow.... First, she unbuttoned the pajama top and tossed it onto the floor. Kayla had already unhooked her bra a few hours ago. Next, she slid out of her shorts, and dropped them onto her computer chair. She bent over as she stripped off her silk thongs. Kayla sat down with her legs wide open in front of the full length mirror. Kayla noticed something. I couldn't find her car in the parking lot either. By the time I gave up looking for her, I was having to really be active to ignore all of the pointers that screamed "affair".When she got home that afternoon, I told her I had a gift for her. Her response was to tell me to wait until she took a shower. She said she had been studying hard all day and that she felt sticky from when she was sitting in the sunshine by a window while she did her research.I waited until the shower was running, then. She gazed innocently into his eyes as he groaned and pushed forward to increase the pressure but she withdrew her hand and shook her head.“I mustn’t excite it too much. If it grows anymore, it’ll burst your trousers.”“I think you’re right,” groaned her uncle, “it needs more room.” He fumbled for his zipper and tried clumsily to pull it open. The rasp of his zipper sent shivers of fear through the youngster’s slight frame and she pulled back. The fastener jammed and her uncle groaned in. He would tell me how my Aunt would do that for him. "She likes to take her hand and wrap it around like this", he said. If I look away he would tell me to grow up. Reach over and pull my hand to his cock.I recall thinking how he was so white but his cock was very brown. I'd look at it and squeeze it. It felt so hard all the time. Soft, velvety sift, and smooth. I would wrap my hand and it never fit in my hand. He was so thick. He would grab my wrist and tell me up and down like this. He started.