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. .mmmmmm all day between the random cool black guy, who kept me sucking until his shift was donemy belly full of cum, getting in the gaz station to get the xl trojan condomthe clerk looking at me get back in the truck soon at the city depot walk behind in a closed bathroomdoor locked geting the fat cock in the condom i just bought to be fuck, sucking it wet help by him ass up on the toilet , his big cock head help insidepushing deep and out''my god you so tight boy, slow take it slow in that. Her hard nipples were apparent even through her blouse and bra. Clearly, she and Gerard had talked about more than just their respective jobs. Michael found himself getting hard.Michael smiled. "I'm surprised he didn't ask you out," he teased.Jen blushed. "Well, he did actually. I mean, he invited me to New York for the weekend." New York?" Yes. He has some parties this weekend — for work — and he invited me to go with him."Michael's interest was piqued. "What did you say?" I told him no, of. The laugh froze in my throat as Kara insinuated her foot deeper into my rectum. My internal organs and the muscles of my abdomen rebelled at the intrusive pressure and I cried out in pain, startling my wife. Her resultant jerk hurt even worse. I cried out again.I couldn’t see her face, so I could only imagine the look of horror there.“I’m pulling out.” She said quickly.Slowly, as not to hurt me further, Kara began to retract her foot, only to find she couldn’t.“I’m stuck!” She said, her voice.