I loved it but no more than she did. I reached up with both hands and grabbed her boobs, squeezin’ them in my grip. She arched her back and slid h...r clit down to meet my tongue. She reacted with a scream as I made contact.“Oh Randy Joe, I love the way you eat my pussy,” she cried. “Yes, right there, oh yes, yes.”She was rubbin’ her clit back and forth across my tongue and lips, grindin’ it in and cryin’ out for more. I began to suck on the little node in earnest as she continued to writhe. Ani cheppindhi inka nenu thana boobs ala pisukuthu pisukuthu unnanau thanu chaala baaga respond aindii inka inka ani antundhi inka nenu thana nipples ni chekadam modalupettanu oka 10 min chekaanu thanu inka madan madan ani mooluguthundhi appudu nenu thana pant ni loose chesaanu lopala chey pettanu appatuke thana pant konchem wet aindii thanu puku ni ruddadam start chesanau inka thanu control thappesindhi na hair pattu koni laagu thundhi nannu korukuthundhi nenu thana puku lo na two fingers. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. Shocked as I was, I could feel those tits pressed into me again, feel her soft curves as I hugged. Her tight. I was struggling to control a boner from developing. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, with me trying to soothe her, before she broke away, face flushed and wet."I'm sorry Uncle Mike, it all got too much...!". I noted the "Uncle" had come back - like when she was younger. I found it strangely arousing."Let's. I made sure I timed it so my mom wouldnt see, and Rach would. She hesitated for a moment, and then continued on as if nothing had happened, but I could swear her nipples were much easier to see than before. Our mom mentioned in a distracted way Rachel, only set for three, your father wont be home till Tuesday. Our kitchen table, where we ate most of our meals, was a u shaped booth. I traditionally sat at the right end, Rach sat at the back, and our mom sat at the other end, ostensibly so she.