I was hoping today, you can take care of it for me,” Uncle Pete urged.I asked, “You want to watch me again while you jack off?”“No hon, I want...you to do it for me. I am so hard and I think you can get the practice you’re gonna need by doing it for me” he answered. He then patted the bed beside himself and encouraged me, “Come sit Britt and you can do it from right here beside me.”I was nervous but excited. I wanted to touch his dick. Even though I had rubbed my boyfriend’s much smaller hard on. "Or did you two want to play one-on-one some more."The pitcher went from frustrated to mad.I decided that Robbie wasn't the only one who wasn't nice. I caught the coach's eye and gave him a signal. He thought about it, then nodded, though not as enthusiastically as I'd hoped.The pitcher stepped on the rubber. Now, as he came set, he was looking straight at me. I took a big lead. I could see him thinking about me and smiled."Go ahead and windup!" his coach yelled from the dugout. The pitcher. "If you want to." I finally managed to croak out. Gran's fingers didn't fumble,they flew! She had my pants,shoes and socks off in a jiffy and guided me over to the edge of the bed. I stood there in my underware and couldn't stop thinking about Gran's nipples and the french kisses she had given me. Using my hands,I tried to hide my dick from her view,but it was so stiff,the Spider Man on my Y fronts looked like a spike had been driven through his back! Now,at that time of my life,I realy hadn't. A former Guess model and Miller Lite girl, she was tall, curvy and gorgeous. At thirty-eight, she had somehow managed to remain ageless and maintained her killer body. She’s five-foot-nine with never-ending legs, generous breasts and full hips that scoop dramatically into her slim waist. People who say Barbie’s proportions are unrealistic obviously never met my stepmother. Her face is pretty too, with long eyelashes, sculpted cheekbones and big, blue eyes that tease and smile at the same time..