..)“Wait! No. I can- I can do it.”She defiantly corrected her posture and grabbed his dick with both hands. It was so thick she could barely wrap ...er gentle fingers around it. The stench coming from it was thick, too. It was revolting but oddly intoxicating. She started moving her hands, slowly jerking his penis. Its ridiculous length had her scared, she realized. Both her hands were firmly clenching her uncle's dick but three or maybe four hands could still easily hold on to it too.“My god...”. .. I’m right here,” she says. The sound of her voice encourages him and he looks right at her. The rest of us don’t matter. The sound of the most important voice in his life takes all his attention.“Ahhhhh ... mmmmama,” he gurgles.“Come to Mama,” she says holding her arms out. “Kevin, you idiot, get your phone out,” she stage whispers to me, without taking her eyes from him.He pushes himself up onto shaking, unsteady legs as I hold my breath and my iPhone. And then amazingly it happens. He. Boy did she ever.She was dressed to kill that morning in a simple white front-buttoning blouse and nice high-waist, thigh-hugging charcoal pinstripe skirt that flattered her faint hourglass shape. It didn't occur to me at the time how unusual it was for her to be dressed to the nines on a day the office wasn't open for business. I was too busy fantasizing. My pulse quickened as I tried to imagine what her boobs, belly, and big butt would look like, let alone feel like against my naked skin.. My lacy see through thong was still pulled to one side exposing my neatly trimmed pussy….I hooked my thumbs into my thong and slid it down my thighs…keeping my legs straight I bent right over arching my back as my tits thrust proudly…sliding the thong all the way down my legs giving a couple of the guys a tremendous view of my wet pussy…throwing the discarded thong on top of my dress…I arched my back again and bent over showing my hairless pussylips to the two guys …my legs slightly parted I.