I called out for Beth or her husband Tom, but heard no response.
They think Im too short, too skinny, and not pretty like other girls. Now, it was my turn to speak adamantly, Sweetie, boys are sometimes stupid! And, doll-baby, your boobs are just fine the way they are! Finally, words came forth between my heavy breaths, Meggie, baby, there are other places where I can touch you that will feel even better.
She looked at me with innocent eyes and whispered softly, Uncle Jake, would you want to kiss me? Again, our tongues mouth-fucked each other until we could hardly catch our breath.
I reached to cup the two pretty, peach-shaped breasts. My tongue teasingly touched the tender pink vaginal opening.
The pretty-pink opening to the pussy-hole was mine to enjoy.
Served at room temperature, this dessert would be topped-off with an orgasmic portion of steaming hot cock-cream mixed with a cupful of sizzling pussy-juices. Whatever it is the kids think about me, it doesnt keep them from coming over to swim in my pool.
Beth had one of the best cookbook libraries around. A fine hot pussy and a couple of tits, mixed with a heaping helping of engorge six-inch cock, made an excellent recipe for dessert.
Some of the ladies I know shave their mounds for me. I often watched their athletic routines on TV with a hard-on in my pants. More than once, Id taken out my cock and pumped it until streams of steaming, milky-white semen had coated the table in front of my couch.
I talked silently to myself, Surely she doesnt shave her pussy? Well, maybe she does have a guy, one that likes shaved pussies. When I though a little more, I realized that this girls trim figure and short, lean profile reminded me of one of those petite gymnasts that run and tumble at the summer Olympics. Do you want me to touch you there with my mouth and tongue?
Id lived next door to my sister Beth and her husband for years. After feeding one of them a good meal, Id usually get a really nice reward.
Two days ago, I had gone next door to return my sisters book of recipes. Now, two days ago I stopped at my sisters back door and knocked.
She tossed the brush aside in a gesture of surrender. From this frontal view, I could tell that my initial assessment of her pubic-mound was correct. Id say they each would probably fit perfectly inside a coffee cup. It was then that I knew for sure that the girls mother was right. I had my sisters innocent, virginal daughter strip-stark-naked sitting in my lap.