The stockings were being held up by a black satin waist cincher, which highlighted her hips and framed the creamy white flesh of her ass in the mirror... A matching bra, black with emerald cup liners under black lace, was the only other thing she was wearing. Her eyes were wide and almond shaped with her make-up designed to place them in a smoldering, smoky backdrop of black. A feint hint of emerald on her eyelids tied the colors of her outfit to her face. High cheekbones and a wisp of blush gave. The band is in the background, setting up for their show tonight. They’ve drawn in a bit of a rougher-looking crowd; many bikers, old and young, are beginning to file in. I casually glance behind me, towards the door, right as he walks in; late forties, early fifties, leather chaps covering light covered jeans, a biker’s vest, black rimmed glasses, and a leather hat covering a bald head. Chills run down my spine as he walks past me and I return my gaze to the TV.Minutes later as I’m scanning. "God, uncle Bobbie... You're so good!" She said and Bobbie grinned, his fingers tugging her at her hardening nipples. "And this..." Kelly added, moving her hips so his cock slid up and down her pussy a few times. "It feels so good!" You like it, love?" Bobbie asked thrusting back, loving the feeling of his niece's ripe body in his arms. Kelly nodded and then threw her head back, their hips now matching each other's movements. Taking her earlobe in his mouth, Bobbie asked. "You want me to fuck. We still didn't fuck very often, but when we did, WOW! She became a sexual dynamo. We not only fucked in multiple positions; we licked and sucked with great abandon. I was afraid to question her about her change in attitude for fear that it would have a negative impact. What Christy lacked in frequency, she made up for in enthusiasm, intensity and variety. I assumed that her guilt feelings about putting in so many hours at the office led to the sudden changes in her attitude toward sex. She.