Are you ready to get this weekend started or not?"It took me a second, but when I finally woke up and got my eyes adjusted I found myself looking at a...beautiful recreation of my wife. Her hair was permed and curls fell all around her head. Her makeup was done heavily, but sophisticated. Her nails were longer than I had ever seen them (over an inch, I thought). And her outfit consisted of a tight black top that displayed her cleavage well, a short little mini, black stockings and tall. He was already semi-erect, as my wife's announcement of my imminent ass-reaming at her hands had obviously piqued his interest."Take it nice and easy—I know from experience that we need to build up to it when she starts up on you," he whispered and flicked his tongue in my ear. Shivering, I reached out and started to slowly stroke his beautiful cock, up and down up and down up and down and around and feeling it start to come alive in my hands. He moaned and worked his hips in time to my. "These guys are very snooty, but we're going to out-snoot them." Hunh?" I'm going to tell them you're a Yank here to see the Minister." Charlie snorted."In here? This is a barbershop?" I think they'd prefer 'men's hair stylists'." Good morning, gentlemen." My American friend here has just flown in, can you gentlemen trim him up? He has meetings at the Yank consulate on Monday ... and at the Ministry." Of course, sir." He was very suave. "Might you turn, sir? ... Hmm. Daniel!" Yes, Joseph?" We. She stared curiously at the bulge in his trousers.“Does it always go like that?”He nodded, aware of the direction of her gaze and unwilling to tear his own eyes from the soft swelling that was visible beneath her white panties.“Only when I’m with someone I fancy,” he said quietly.Her face flushed and she looked away quickly. “Does that mean you fancy me then?”“Of course I do.”“But I’m your niece,” she said, feeling secretly flattered, “you shouldn’t feel like that about me.”Her uncle shrugged,.