You look down at me on the cushion a moment before telling me to stand and I do so reluctantly. I feel your hands on my hips as you gently manoeuvre m... through the gate to the living room. Confusion roams through my mind at your gentleness after your handling of me last night but I wisely keep my thoughts to myself.I see the lady is already there seated at the long breakfast table and I wonder who she is and what she has to do with me. And then you push me forward and position me in front of. And more. I went from a size eight with small boobs, hips and thighs to a large eighteen. I'd grown all over, and I was terrified John wouldn't love me anymore. We’d always had an amazing sex life. John was constantly horny. He loved to fuck, and he loved showing me off. Whenever we went out, he went crazy when I dressed in a super-short mini skirt with a tight, bare midriff T-shirt. He was so proud when guys whistled at me, saying there was nothing wrong with them looking as long as they. And just like before, it felt like my dick had entered the gates of heaven ... The only difference now was that my uncle was watching, naked on a chair beside the bed.And to make things worse (or better?) for him - it seemed to excite him in some way - his eldest daughter had sneaked into the scarcely lit bedroom, as if ordered to be there and serve her purpose. Aunty manipulated the whole family in her insatiable sex drive. Having moisture problems 24/7. If she was not masturbating, no matter. The place smells even better and I sit on the couchto wait for you and decide to paint my fake nails as I have time. Thehouse phone rings an you ask how and what I am doing now- and do weneed anything - no baby, we only need you here.Soon I hear your key in the door and I spring up to the mirror with mybrush, lipstick and lipgloss. You see me and just stop, as your eyes gofrom floor to ceiling admiring me and you get a huge smile on your face,and tell me to spin around baby - I want to admire.