"I wish I could, but you know that's impossible," she said, getting to her feet.I held on to her hand for one more precious second, and released it, k...owing that she was right. She fled from the room, carrying her nightgown.Except for hearing water running in the upstairs bath, I didn't see or hear Paige until the following morning. Needless to say, I'd slept well.The household came to life early for a Saturday. I folded my blanket and sheet, got dressed, and shaved in the downstairs. She’d rarely worked harder in her life, jumping from one outfit to another, moving in and out of the small change room. She concentrated hard, making sure she’d placed everything on her body correctly, ensuring her hair and makeup weren’t disturbed, standing in appropriate ways to maximise the impact of the clothes. Greg viewed her with dispassion, but she caught Jay looking at her hungrily every now and then and it made her shake to her core. He worked hard taking notes, his long masculine. I had to again retreat, not cumming too quickly with this girl was going to be a chore. I dropped down between her legs and started eating. If I was going to cum in her, might as well give her a nice tongue licking beforehand. My efforts were soon rewarded with a juicy squirt from her shaved beaver. Her fat clit was quivering below my salivating tongue. She rolled over and thrust her cute little ass into the air. “Ride me like the cheating slut I am!” She shouted. WOW, that is going to sound. "What's going on?" He asked.Mom left me standing in the middle of the bedroom as she said. "Tell him. Tell your Uncle Henry what Mrs. Thompson caught you doing." Mom sat down in a chair facing the bed.I didn't know what she expected to say but she raised an eyebrow at me. "Go on. Tell him what a slut he has for a niece."That caught my uncle's attention. He sat up in bed, looked up from my bra covered tits to my eyes. "I'm guessing that your mother brought you to me dressed only in your.