His fingers trailed down to my soaked pussy, running lightly over my folds, gathering the wetness that lay there. I arched into him, nails digging int... his arms. I whimpered and bit my lip trying to be quiet. He laughed quietly, gripping my hair tighter in his fist; ran his tongue down my neck. I gasped and he sunk his teeth into my neck. I turned my head into his neck and screamed. I came hard shaking and panting and he circled my clit with his fingers making my orgasm last longer, I slowly. “Relax honey, I'll take care of that for you.” is what I told her.. I put her legs down and use both hands to rub her inner thigh. Just with the thumbs slow rotation. She began to relax as her eyes remained closed but there was no more wincing from the pain. Her face was completely relaxed and she was biting her lip. I think I had something going on here. I was talking to her asking if she had a boyfriend. She just screamed my name 'Uncle!' I told her it's okay that I wasn't her father and that. She was about forty (she turned out to be forty two) and the tall guy she was with was at least ten years younger. She was quite pretty, but showed her age, and it was obvious that her long blonde hair had probably always been blonde but now needed dye.She was dressed very tastefully, but the dress was odd. It was a light blue satin material. She was slim and good looking; not scrawny or chunky; the kind of figure women would scream to have at her age, and the dress was long, right down to. The golden red of it merged with his skin tone, making it appear he wasn't as hairy as he was. I felt the muscles tighten in his chest and belly as I moved my hands over it. I could feel his pleasure as he started squeezing me as he moved. His entire body started to tense, curling in on itself. I watched as his cock stiffened even further, moving up higher and higher against his belly. His testicles began to lift up against his body. He kept squeezing my shaft with each rhythmic glide of his.