Donna asked, “What are you doing” between sobs.I needed an excuse quickly so I said; “I’m trying to make you feel better!”Donna said, “You...have to a lot more than that then!”I asked, “What should I do?”Donna said, “You need to massage my bare breasts, both of them, and pinch my nipples slightly while you finger my clit really hard! That’s what I do to myself to feel better!”I asked, “So you don’t mind me feeling you up?”Donna said, “Not at all! You’re my favorite uncle and I’ve masturbated many. She was a brunette with big eyes, voluptuous lips, skinny fit, and was extremely fun to talk to. There were two things occupying her life, work and her boyfriend. I assumed her work life had picked up and kept her away from chatting with me at night. I know this because her boyfriend did not stop her from talking to me- she loved to cheat on him. She liked being naughty and she couldn’t stop. That dirty brunette confessed to sucking another guy’s cock while her boyfriend was passed out drunk at. Hell, she'd called him her boyfriend, and that had never happened before, not even when they were sort of dating back in high school. And to top it off, this was about the most direct she'd ever been about saying she wanted to have sex with him. Oh, she'd hinted at it before, but this one had been more than a hint.And maybe there was nothing wrong with that. After all, he liked Shae -- liked her a lot. They were clearly on the way to greater things, and he was the one holding back -- admittedly. I cried and prayed this would soon end but the minutes felt like hours as you growled in my ear how much you loved the way my pussy wrapped around your cock. Calling me your good girl for being so tight.I sobbed against your hand tasting your skin as my tongue pressed against it. Almost metallic like. I couldn’t understand what I had ever done to deserve this. I violently shook my head beneath your hand trying to break free and scream as with pulling my hands, but nothing seemed to work. It.