I shouted hi to my parents, ran straight up the stairs and into the bathroom to find out if he had been at it again. There, at the top of the basket,... was the pink cotton thong I was wearing yesterday when he had been looking through my door. I was surprised he wasn’t taking them at this rate for his perverted needs but on looking closer noticed a damp patch on the front of the crotch. I picked it up and the thong was soaking. The inside of the crotch was covered in a thick white. He doesn't thrust his manhood against me the way a younger man would. He is a patient lover. He has nowhere to be, and is in no hurry to get anywhere.My Man is content to hold me in semi-slumber cooing sweetness to me in the dark gray light of winter twilight. His hands wander over my blood-warm skin as I float back to oblivion. I image I am in a golden field and he is the God of the harvest. He will cherish and use me as He wants. His fingers press harder into my flesh kneading and grabbing my. For some reason I felt that it shouldn’t happen. I wanted him there watching me so with a loud moaning scream I cried out to him. “Don’t leave… ngghh… keep…ooohh… watching! It’s …making… me hotter I need you to watch me.” I moaned pleading for him to stay. He just stops and turns watching me from the doorway. “Watch … your little niece…fuck herself silly!” (Rather bold of me, wasn’t it. I don’t know what got into me. I’m still amazed it worked.)He turns around, watching from the doorway unsure. So did the third and fourth. Since my cock is so big, there is usually a big load to accompany it. It was everywhere. Her tank top was ruined. I didn’t care though, I just sat back in my chair in ecstasy. After a minute of convulsions, she finally releases my cock. I look up and I notice that her white tank top is a bit see-through and her nipples are hard and showing because she’s not wearing a bra. I stare for a few seconds before she realized. She lets out a quick scream and covers with her.