He was so hard now that his dick sprung out of his boxers. It wasn’t bad for a 14 year old, I would estimate about 5 inches.He drooled as he was in ... trance with my breasts.I laughed“What you’ve never seen boobs before kiddo” I asked as I already knew the answer.He just shook his headI walked over to him, giving him an even better view. He stared at them for a solid five minutes, he must have memorized every little feature that makes my breasts what they are.“Go head, give them a feel.” I. Of course I made sure he could be the only one to notice, and I assumed he thought it was all pure accidental.A bit later I went inside the house to wash my hands of the messy watermelon, and uncle Greg came up behind me at the sink. "Kimberly, I really like that top you're wearing. You look good in it." He smiled and headed back out to the patio. Did he catch on to my little game, or was he being sincere? I wasn't sure, but I figured I would try and find out.I came back outside and again sat. Occasionally I would pull out almost completely, then thrust my nearly rock hard seven inches back into her. She would gasp or moan if I angled my hips differently. I learned that she liked it better when I sort of rolled my hips into hers, like rocking. I paired that with leaning in further to suck on her neck as I rolled my hips into hers, biting down the way I knew she wanted to. She was having trouble containing her moans. I reached a hand between us and rubbed her clit until she was. " "Whaaaat?" The sting of the last smack built on top of the next. I felt like reaching back to cover my bottom but I knew better. "It hurts," I began to whimper. SLAP! his hand came down and spanked my poor tender bottom. He had a perfect rhythm going on. He was measured, methodical, and merciless. He was kind of paternal. And that kind of turned me on. A lot. He continued to punish me unabated. "Oooucch!" I cried into the pillow. I started to kick my legs. "Stay still, Hannah," he warned..