They were incredibly like Angela's but not the same. There was a feral glint to his that Angela's lacked. His face was grave and unlined. He had short...grey hair that showed just a hint of curls. It was cut high on his forehead, emphasising the regularity of his features. He reminded me a little of the English actor, Terence Stamp, even down to the cleft in his strong chin. His face was transformed when he smiled at his daughter. He looked at the rest of us and gave a sort of short bow. Liam. "Okay ... I'm trusting you with my daughter, Mike," he looked at him steadily and was somewhat reassured by the serious expression on the young man's face. "Come back here and have tea with us. I, er, think it would be good to convince you we're not ... like my sister-in-law."Mike smiled, "I think I'd worked that out. Someone as nice as Abigail must have pretty good parents."Her father snorted. "Never mind the flattery, just bring her back undamaged by six o'clock, okay?"Mike nodded, and the. In the middle of the night I awake. I her a rustling. I hear vibrating. I sit up. She is lying on her back. Her knees are up. What is she...She's masturbating! I hear her heavy breathing and the fluctuation of vibrating sound. The thought of it turned me on. I grew hard. As quietly as I could I slid my shorts down releasing my teen cock. Grabbing it with my left hand I begin to pump. I must have been to loud. She heard me. She vibration stops. She sits up. "What's that?" I hear her. We spoke about our lives, work etc. I actually was pretty horny and my boner was visible. As we kept talking I couldn’t take my eyes of her breasts, she figured..She: What are you staring at?Me: Hey, it’s nothing..She: Come on Rahul, be open with me, I won’t shout!Me: Okay, yeah. I was staring at your breasts..She: Do you wanna see them?Me: I was like what? Are you serious?She: Yeah but promise me no one knows this and it’s between us. Uncle has been gone for long and I needed someone to.