“Give me yours…” I breathed, realizing that my body was close to orgasm.If anything had been left, I would have been cumming hard. I was so clos... to the edge. It was maddening and wonderful.He held out for as long as he could, keeping me in that sublime pre-orgasmic space, before he came, spraying my pussy with cum.After he finished, he slid off the table, letting our combined juices coat his stomach and chest.“Can I clean you?”I just nodded and opened my legs a little wider.He grinned and. “Emily, does your mother know you have a bathing suit like that?” “No, I bought it with my friend, do you think it doesn’t fit right on me, or is it too revealing?” This girl was either naïve or teasing me. “Emily, it fits great, but I am your uncle, I don’t know if this is appropriate for you to wear something so revealing in front of me.” “Oh, Uncle Mike, I know you are a gentleman and my friends all wear bikinis like this.” As we swam in the pool, I started getting an involuntary. I’d never been in trouble at school, never had trouble at work, never had a speeding ticket, and beyond the very rare encounters with April’s sweater-clad breast, I had nothing to even consider hiding. But this was complicated. I wasn’t sure I wanted to say out loud what had happened or what I’d been thinking.I delayed answering her by putting a forkful of maple-syrup-drenched waffle into my mouth.I had no idea what to do about it, either. I thought back to the first time Jocelyn and I had met.. I like it with honey. It's good." Yeah, my dad was in the army," I answered her previous question and kinda looked around.The kitchen looked like anybody's kitchen, I guess, but it smelled sweet. Like apple cider kinda and that was a smell that went pretty good with the dark wood cabinets and all the countertops were like little reddish-orange tiles. If it wasn't for a big silver refrigerator and a green stove, the place would have looked really old fashioned. The table was old, one of those.