Wo apne laude ko uski gaand par kuch der sahlaate rahe fir unhone apne dono haath se uski gaand poori taraah se khol kar faila di aur apna lund ki top... uski gaand ke andar unhone jaise hi ghusaayi ladke ke muh se hitchki nikal padi wo khadbada sa gaya par achanak babu ji ne fir se ek dhakka maara aur abki baar to ladka aaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyii mummyyyyyyyyyyyyy aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh aaahhhhhhhhh maar dallaaaaaaaa uuuuuuuuufffffffff uncle plzzzzzzzz dheere…dheere kijiye aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh. I learned how to jerk him off. He walked me through it, telling me what felt good. How to spit on it to keep it wet, how much pressure to use, how to keep a good pace, and how to twist my hand a bit at the head of his cock. I remember the first time that I jerked him off, I thought he was peeing when I saw precum come out of his penis. He assured me it wasn’t pee, and I kept going. It didn’t take him long to cum. I was amazed at the amount of goo that spurt out from his penis. I was fascinated.. He licked my hole like it was ice cream or a popsicle and then began to explore the inside. I felt the tip of his tongue slid inside and then gradually more and more followed. Once inside, Blake began to lick in circular motions and then probe in and out causing my moans to increase and become louder and louder. I moaned, “that’s it taste my ass, get that tongue in nice and deep,” and “get my hole nice and wet for your cock.” Blake obliged and continued to dive his tongue deeper and deeper into. I pretended like I didnt notice that his eyes were on my tits, barely covered by the minuscule triangles of fabric. I put on my mirrored sunglasses and pretended to be asleep, but I was really watching his eyes go from my tits to my pussy, also barely covered. After a while I noticed his trunks start to rise, he grabbed his towel and held it in front of him and went into the house. I heard him go into his bedroom. I wondered if he'd jerk off thinking of me. I jumped up and tiptoed to his door.