I bite my lip to stop from crying out. Uncle Tony looks to the door but doesn't even attempt to move from between my legs. He reaches down and parts m... pussy lips exposing my hard little clit and he rubs the head of his big stiff cock over it sending tingles through my whole body. As he starts to wank off he’s rubbing the length of his hot shaft over my clit and whispering naughty things he wants to do to me, next time we’re alone. I'm watching his face, fascinated at the effect a little girl. I've been in love with him since I was eleven or twelve. He's seven years older than I am. When I started playing with myself, it was usually him I dreamed of. I stared at him at the pool parties and wondered what his cock looked like under those trunks. When I was first introduced to the tribe as a fledgling, I finally got a chance to see it, nice and hard. Of course, I saw a lot of other cocks that night, too, all hard and leaking pre-cum. Todd's was about average in size, but I liked it. I rose from my massage table and silently, but nervously, pushed past the black curtain into the next cubicle. The American lady was gorgeous, probably in her mid thirties, a blond and totally naked apart from the smallest black thong. She had her head well tucked down into the massage table and was oblivious to the fact that I was there.She certainly had no clue that a complete stranger had been invited to wank his cock just a few inches from her feet at the end of her massage table.The. " "You'll think it's silly, Simone. I still can't get used to calling you that." "It doesn't matter, you promised. You know how I am about commitments." "It was your stories." "My stories?" "I read the first one when I was still married, just after you published it. You made me feel the feelings that you wanted me to feel, the ones you felt, the pain of betrayal, the joy of finding hope in an ocean of despair. You know that there are things that I don't ever feel, things that my... history has.