It excites him, knowing that he is the only one who knows what isn’t under that short and sexy skirt she’s wearing. Her black sheer stockings with...lace trim go perfectly with her skirt. Leaving a little skin visible between the trim of her stockings and her skirt. Her black top shows prominent cleavage. “You turn me on… so much… I bet you don’t even realize that.” He thinks to himself as he looks at her. He wonders if she noticed all the men in the bar staring at her. But she’s all mine, she. As they lay on the bed, they know they still have time to plan for the next day or so. Sky starts, "I saw Daddy looking at my boobs at breakfast Jenn, did you notice him ?" Jenny laughs, "No I didn't, but I saw him in the car yesterday". The girls are still in their 69 position, so Jenny is able to cup handfuls of Sky's lovely pert teenage boobs. "They are lovely Sky, I wish mine were more like them." Guys stare all the time Jenn, even Robert". Jenny remembers back to the wedding, Robert is. In a few minutes, there was a knock upon my door as I sat on the edge of my bed looking down at the floor Ann, may I come in too talk? Uncle Bill asked through my door. You may if you want, I replied never lifting my head. Uncle Bill came into my room and he paced back and forth in front of me dressed in a robe. He did this for a while as if he was trying to figure out what to say to me. I never lifted my head from looking at the floor the whole time. Uncle Bill finally stopped in front of me.. But he came back, a slow steady unstoppable piston stroke till he was all the way in again. Taken! Split wide open, speared. The sensations were off the scale: huge bodily pleasure and a huge sense of being possessed utterly. He did the same retreat and re-thrust again, and then again. By the third time, I had lost control of my body: my eyes were streaming, my face was snot covered, my mouth was drooling, I was giving little gasps and cries, my hips were jerking. My identity disappeared; all.