Dear, Uncle Bob,I was just sitting here thinking thoughts that a niece shouldn't think about her uncle.I was thinking that if you were here with me, I... could straddle your lap and feather kiss your face while sliding my aching need along your cock tucked inside your jeans. Will you let me kiss your lips and will you play tongue tag with me? Will you grow hard for me, Uncle Bob? I want to feel your cock hard and strong just for me.I could remove my shirt so that you could bury your face in. Softly he said, how's that dick of yours. Looking up I said, it missed you last night, but I did as you showed me and came. Smiling he said that's great, can I see it. Sitting up, I sat on his stomach and set my legs on either side of him. Mom, it sure looks good, he said. Why don't you slide up closer so I can see it better. OK, I said, and slid up to his chest. Very nice, he said. Want to do something new. Like what I asked. Putting his hands on my butt, he pushed me up to his face. Looking. Finishing her shower, Bern sat on the end of her bed. Like an artist covering a canvas, she applies her make-up. Checking in the mirror, making sure that not one eyelash was stuck to another, she pulls a silly face as normal and makes herself laugh. Grabbing her fleece and bag, she leaves for the shops to buy the menu items for the nights feast.The key turns in the door lock as normal at five past eleven. Bern jumping to her feet pours two glasses of wine and grins like a Cheshire cat as. You can park outside and walk right into the room. No need to go to the office.” I said. There was a short pause like she was getting direction from someone in the room with her. “See you on Friday sweetie.” Said Mrs. Smith. I stuck to a vow of no masturbating and not going next door to fuck my hot Latina whore which was almost impossible. She kept texting and sending my naughty pics of her big ass. I just kept thinking about Mrs. Smith and what I wanted to do to her in private. Friday.