I started to appreciate, alluring Amala about her assets. Then just moved to talk dirty in a hushed voice with the inspiration of Kamat.I could see Ka...at stroking his private over the jeans as I continued to compliment praise Amala boobs, hips, ass. I could see Amala blushing with a hint of thirst poking out of her eyes, a craving smile in the corner of her mouth.On hearing footsteps Kamat silenced me. The waiter arrived to take the order, we ordered three beers and snacks to eat. As the waiter. She said to me, "Uncle Mike, can I give you a little fashion show? I'd like to model all my new clothes for you." Sure, Karen. I'd like that." I replied.Karen had a nice figure for someone her age, and I always enjoy eyeing teenage girls. Having my niece give me a private fashion show seemed like a great way to kill some time. And the fact that it would obviously include some underwear displays was fine with me. I've been a dirty old man since I was 12.Karen asked me if I wanted anything, and I. Her eyes… I had just told her I loved her. I waited so long to say it. I prayed many nights about what her response would be when I finally said it. Then her lips parted and it was like a dream… ‘I love you too…’ And then I looked into her eyes. It must have been forever that I looked into those great big beautiful green eyes. My eyes fell to her lips. Back to her eyes. My eyes closed. We moved closer. I had longed for this moment… closer… I had imagined it thousands of times… closer… sweet. Ahhh.." she mourned loudly. I did it for 5 minutes. I came up, looked in her eyes started and sucking her lips harder. Then i quickly removed her saree. She was standing before me in her blouse and under skirt. I turned her around and faced her towards the wall. I started kissing behind her neck. I came down, slowly sucked behind her waist and suddenly bit her ass. "Ohh.. o my god..! " she mourned loudly. I bit her ass and sucked it over her under skirt. After a while i slowly removed her.