It felt burning hot and velvety soft in my fingers. I stuck my tongue out and flicked it up and down on the swollen head and swirled my tongue around ...t in a circle.He gave a small grunt as his cock jerked against my tongue. “Maybe you do need another lesson,” he said in a strained voice. I answered him by swallowing his cock. I moved my mouth up and down on his huge prick taking it near the back of my throat.“That’s good, honey. But if you’re really going to please a man, you’ve got to swallow. She fondled the thickness of his hairy wrist and tried to wrap her handaround it, enjoying the warmth against her small, soft palm. She tookthe cigarette from between her lips and held it daintily between hersmall, outstretched fingers and admired the high gloss of her sharplypointed red nails and noticed that her lipstick had stained the filter."Was that nice, Uncle?" she queried. "Was I a good, little slag foryou?" she added, wriggling her bottom and feeling his prick slowlystarting to shrink. She told me that some of the stories excited her and she asked me if I would give her the magazines when I was done with them. For the next couple of months she read every one of them and a couple of times I noticed her fingers stroking her breasts or pressing against her crotch while she read. The thought entered my mind that maybe, just maybe, she was having a few fantasies of her own. The more I thought about that the more I thought that I might just have a chance at seeing my fantasy come. It reached a moment where I felt I would have to tell her because it was a make or break scenario and I felt that if I got any more attached to her and I lost her it would hurt too much. So one day she arrived at my front door in her usual style, bare assed naked wearing little more than a big grin. I smiled back and hugged her and although I was trying not to stress about it it must have shown on my face. We sat down for our usual coffee.“Okay time to spill the beans. What's bothering you?”“Is.