She straightened herself out and carrying her panties went into the house. Oh fuck, what the hell was she doing! A minute later she came out and waved...me toward the house. I shook my head. She smiled and waved more forcibly. When I demurred she frowned and pointed to the house and with one imperious look, ordered me non-verbally into the house. I don't know why, but I zipped up my cock and went in. I met her husband for the first time. Bob was larger than I was and in excellent shape. He was an. It happened three times but never progressed beyond some incestuously intimate caresses and the first three orgasms of her young life. Whether it was conscience or, more likely, fear of discovery, he'd stopped before anything more happened and, for unrelated reasons, he'd moved to another city. Since then Vicki had used her own fingers but it was never as good as she remembered it had been when her uncle did it.Neither her reading nor her uncle's intimate touches had prepared her for what she. I finally started toturn the tables because he had decided that I was his slave and that I was his slut and that was at that moment making me completely that out for mine and the only way that I could figure that I was going to get mine was to take it and I tried in so many ways but if his cock was embedded in my pussy i had no control so after nailing his back with my nails slapping his ass and even biting him I rolled him on to his back and did the only thing that I knew I still had control. You are such a pro…., hmmm ya keep sucking it yes….. hmmmm….aahhhhh yyyaaahhhhh…..”I started playing with her silk hair. i moved both my hands into her hair and then clutched all the mane by one hand as if tying my hand with her silk hair. Holding that with one hand i was pushing her head more and more deep, almost gagging her…. saliva dropping over her shirt making it look more slutty.Me: “Hummaa… You slutty bitch you want me cock right, deep into your throat”…. she nodded with cock still in.