I had counted at least six for the day and she did not seem to be through yet. As he stroked her pussy pulling out to the tip and slamming in again s...e lost all control. She was putty in his hands and he knew it too. He had been in her for at least five minutes and was telling her she was his slut. She agreed and just humped him back. Finally he yelled that he was cumming and slammed into her pussy walls and stayed deep inside her. She was cumming as he was loading up her pussy with cum. . Five minutes after that, she took my hand and said, "Let's go."And I did. It took us seven or eight minutes to get in my car and go across the road to my motel. Five minutes after getting into my room, I was showing her other tricks I could do with my tongue. Then she tried to get my entire cock, in her mouth, but it was no contest - too much too soon.Before she worked it long enough to get past her gag reflex, she had to swallow. I was not able to hold back. Finally I laid her back in the. Some of her juices hadmoistened the area and I fingered it with two fingersfirst. Not certain if her moans were out of pleasure orpain I stopped. “Don’t stop. It feels good, better then I thoughtactually.” “You don’t have to do this.” “Yes I do, because you want it so bad, and I want tomake my dear bad uncle happy for as long as he will letme.” She positioned her ass a little higher as she put herhead into the pillow. I pushed the head of my cock. There we would make love for hours without risking getting caught by Tim.In the morning Tim would wake us up with the so familiar 'Hey sleepy heads... wake up!' and he rushed to town on his bicycle doing whatever boys do when they are together. Thus he left us, day after day, on our own. If we weren't making love, then we would be fondling eachother. If we weren't fondling eachother we would stay close together, naked skin touching naked skin.But everything must come to an end, and so did our.