I said” Not yet”. She said “hmmmm, looks like you have a lot of hair on your body”. I said “how do you know”. She put her hand in my shirt...and start moving her hand through my chest. I was becoming impulsive. She unbuttoned my shirt and make me lay down and start kissing my hairy chest making noises like mmm and saying “wow, i like oyur chest dear”.My cock was now hard on. She then started moving her tongue on my chest and licking the area there. I was completely lost there. She moved down to. I had to carry her from the taxi at five that morning, as we had caroused from bar to bar throughout the night, and deposited her giggling form in the middle of my King size bed."Are we home Uncle?" Yes my love, you're home now." Will you sleep with me tonight Uncle Peter?" were her last words before she fell unconscious, a sweet smile spread across her face.I finally woke early the next afternoon, roused by a tickling sensation on my nose, and opening my eyes saw a long white feather dancing. I always thought my Aunt was gorgeous and had some very sexual thought about her for quite a long time. And by the time that I was 18 I had already heard enough family gossip to know that she liked to men and sex and had already commited incest. I had heard that she and her son had been having sex for years until he got married. Then as the whispers went she and my cousin and her husband had a triangle relationship for quite sometime. I was 18 at this time and unfortunately had no license so I. " I cooed, tapping his head and I could see his face get red in embarrassment and I smiled, walking past him and Shyla followed me. "Why didn't you choose him?" She asked. "Because darling, a quick tip you want to know about boys is you want to them keep wanting you and to keep guessing," I explained and she nodded. "Okay everyone, head in." Mr Richard said while Shyla and I were the first to enter. I looked around at all the machines and the first one I noticed was the running machine and I.