"I told them both everything. I even told Uncle Henry that I had watched him and my mother playing their game of 'Uncle and Niece'. I was afraid that ...if I didn't tell him about peeping at them, my mother would rat me out and he would increase my punishment.My uncle was staring at my half hidden breasts again, his erection pushing the material of his shorts further out in an obscene way as if it was pointing at me. "Go on. What nasty thing did you do Tena?" Watching got me hot." I began."Tell me. One of my particular favourites was Samantha Michelle. These people had engaging styles and a very humorous approach to what could be a very touchy subject.I would spend all day reading and was getting through stories at a phenomenal rate. Now don't start getting ideas that suddenly I found my true calling, it's not like that. I just enjoyed the stories, although in all honesty, I did find myself identifying with a lot of the characters due to the apparent underdevelopment of my own body —. I didn’t mean to but I leaned forward a little and I discovered that in doing so, my pussy that was still wet and oozing his and Charlie’s cum allowed it to move on the leather. In doing so, it sent an unwanted feeling of pleasure running through me. I heard myself moan again on the TV right before my lips stretched open and then closed around Terry’s cock. I began making love to his cock, my eyes were closed and my face while full of his cock. It clearly showed anyone that would see this video. We ate our lunch, passable fare if not anything to write home about, our musings and thoughts interrupted now and again by cheers and laughs from the group by the bar.After a while four young girls came into the bar, swiftly becoming part of the Stag Crew as the lads tried to chat them up. I notived the younger lad was not taking part in the male strutting and preening of the girls, he sat reading his phone , sipping at his pint. A huge roar went up as a goal was scored, at that moment I looked.