Ben stood perplexed, suddenly realising he was to play the role of “Uncle” to this freshly fuckable young female. So placing his hands on her shou...lders he smiled saying, “ Well, does your Uncle Ben get a kiss?”Simone’s had never kissed anyone and still awed by the kiss her mother had received from her uncle, expected the same: so as Ben lent forward her lips fell warm and lusciously onto his.Ben responded, pulling her in closer; his nuts tightened: the kiss was indecently long. Both were a bit. She gasped in pleasure as her salty, acidic taste flooded my mouth. God I loved to eat her pussy, the noises she made, the way her tits looked from underneath, the way she grabbed on and pulled my hair. I slowly pushed one finger into her pussy and started rubbing her g-spot. I loved how quickly she got wet, a little flood rushing over my fingers and dripping down my wrist. Within a few short minutes she was ready to cum. “Can I cum sir?” She asked as her chest heaved her deep breaths loud in. So soft, so sweet. Her tongue was so tender yet delicate as it gently caressed mine. She broke the kiss to offer me her happy smile again. My heart was melting. One more time she took my hand, and led me to her bed. I followed blindly. Stupid me. Her tantalizing smell, her firm breasts as she opened her white gown, her pale body as she let the gown slide off her shoulders, her crimson lips, her invitation into her bed... It all clouded my mind. Could these be bad signs? I was all hers. I had. Those dark eyes locked with mine and I wanted to move closer. I wanted her fingers in me.Barb walked up with another blonde woman. It was Sarah, the lady whose husband was on his knees, pleasing another man. “Tim, you remember Sarah, don’t you? We were just talking about you.” Barb’s arm had snaked around him and she was rubbing her breast against him while she spoke. “Katherine, do you mind if we borrow Tim for a little bit?” she asked even as her fingers began pulling his shirt from his.