You just want to play with my tits.”Shocked I said, “That’s not true. I took you out last year a couple of times and I never tried to play with ...your tits.”Georgette said, “Because I didn’t have anything to play with last year.”I snapped back, “I didn’t want you for your tits back then, and I don’t want you for your tits now. I like you but if you’re too stuck on your tits to see that, then just say no and walk away.”Georgette’s jaw dropped, she blushed from embarrassment, and she just stood. No longer is your fingers toying with my pussy, now they are firmly clamped upon my aching breasts, fingers spread across the bosoms, holding them with the passion and desire they deserve as your cock slides within me and I gasp a true, dedicated moan of delight as you enter me so slowly, letting your shaft of richly veined muscle slip effortlessly into my wanton pussy. I lean back against you as slowly we buck, our bodies merging, entering and pleasuring each other, my legs open further, just. Naive? You might say so, but you have to remember, I really couldn’t see too clearly beyond this lovely girl who was half my age. Through her teens I had watched her grow up, losing her childishness and developing into a young woman. Although her only uncle, if there had been others I’m sure I would have been her favourite. We had always been close, going for walks with the dogs, speaking to each other more like friends than relatives, sharing silly (and private) jokes. Call her Cerci. He pounded into her, pulling her back and impaling her once again. Might she bruise as she slammed into the table? Did she care? Maybe at some level, but she’d worry about it later. With each thrust she was forced into the wrought iron edge. She tried to push back against him, but he was so powerful. He yanked her back then banged her again forward to crash against the table. Her cunt was so full of rock hard cock she wanted it to last forever. The act had nothing to do with.