Shoot it on her tits. If she rubs it in, maybe it will help them grow faster. About a minute later, Uncle Ron pulled out of my mouth. It felt good to ...e able to close my mouth. He took himself in his hand and jerked a couple of times and made his stuff fly out and land all over my chest. I was amazed at how much of it there was. It started dripping down onto my stomach. I rubbed it around like Mom said. It was warm and slippery. Mom came over to me. With two fingers she scooped up a little of. Her soft tits and perky little nipples felt so good against him, as did her down-covered thigh, which was pressed against his hip. He couldn't deny that he felt a kind of attraction; if she weren't his sister he would be tempted to take her right now.Her eyes opened and she glanced around, a little groggy. When she saw his face, she smiled. Jeff always liked her smile. Until a week ago, he had seen it all too rarely, but since then it was almost a constant part of her features. He didn't think. She smiles at me and says, "What's for dinner, it smells delicious!" I lead her to the table and like a perfect gentlemen push her chair in behind her. I then open the wine and pour her a glass then one for myself. Then I retreat to the kitchen to get the food. I toss the salad with its dressing and bring it out first, we sit and eat. Mom is beside herself, "It's been so long since anyone cooked me dinner." She confesses. "I am glad I could please you." I say, and then realize the double. And then I saw it - his internet browser's search history. My heart raced. It displayed pages upon pages of gay porn links. I couldnt tell if i felt embarrassed, scared, or excited. By now I could feel my heart thumping in my throat. I put the phone down on the table. A tiny ticking metal heart. I left it there. Closed my eyes, and tried to calm down.A few minutes later Justin returned with a tin of pancake batter, and wasted no time in taking to our kitchen, ushering me there eagerly, where we.