Hands trembling, he slid his letter opener through the paper. He then took another swallow of coffee before he began reading.Dear, Uncle Bob,I was jus... sitting here thinking thoughts that a niece shouldn't think about her uncle.I was thinking that if you were here with me, I could straddle your lap and feather kiss your face while sliding my aching need along your cock tucked inside your jeans. Will you let me kiss your lips and will you play tongue tag with me? Will you grow hard for me, Uncle. He just rolls his eyes and gives me a peck on the cheeks, slowly pulling back to look into my eyes. Have I told you how much I love you? he asks, taking his hand from behind his back. I gasp as soon as I see the little teddy bear holding a box of chocolates with flowers. I try hard not to get my hopes up, knowing he was going on a date with his WIFE and his LOVER for life. It was probably for her, not me. Thats really nice. Is it for Rosalie? I ask, noticing the thick, fluffy white roses, my. I, on the other hand, stroked her silky black hair and continued to move inside her, although my cock softened post climax. My mind wandered away to what Jess had asked of me. I was torn. I didn't know how she would take it if I were to tell her I couldn't do it. And I also didn't know how I would facilitate such a proposition. I kept stroking her hair, and staring into nothingness when she stirred, bringing back to reality. "A penny for your thoughts, Baby," she said quietly. "I was just. After a little while Michelle decided they weren’t so bad as they did add to the conversation and were both witty. Michelle was more than a little uncomfortable at how close Bob was sitting near her but she realized to say anything would be just rude since he had pushed close to her but had just sat down where the chair was. Michelle accepted that there were nice men in the world but she’d always say she just hadn’t met any. Now Bob was being a perfect gentleman, he listened intently when she.