.mmmm, yes, that does feel good. I lean my head back and decide I am ready for this, but I still don't know if I'm ready to fuck him in the ass. (Crud... expression, isn't it?) Our rhythm and my reverie are interrupted by the ringing of Abby's phone on the nightstand. The alarm clock next to it tells us that it's 11:18 pm; I wonder who is calling at this hour? More annoying than the phone ringing, it's a ringtone ripped from the late 1970's - “I Will Survive.” Wow, that's a popular lip-synching. She tried to take more of him but couldn’t not without making her eyes water. It didn’t matter though because he was still letting out groans. She looked up and was met with his gaze, he was awake and watching her. She moaned as she looked at him, she kissed all the way down his shaft and gently licked on sucked on his balls.“Fuck, Riley,” he groaned. She licked all the way up his shaft and took him into her mouth again, she gave extra attention to the under. She noticed last night every time. After that he gave me many orgasms with his hand. He would do it almost anywhere. Once we were in the barn and it was the middle of the day. Anyone could have walked in and they did. He had me in a stall fingering me. I was so close but kept holding back listening for someone to walk in on us. Finally I couldn’t hold back and exploded. Just as I let go my brother walked in. Reed would not let up and I actually finished cumming as my brother walked up. Good thing we were at the end of the barn. I was nibbling gently on her neck when she shuddered and mumbled my name, again; and I took that as my cue that it was time for the encore.And what an encore!She continued to call out my name over and over as I brushed my lips over her neck, across her shoulders, and to the tops of her breasts and around them. Her tone would go up and down the scale and she would actually squeal my name when I would gently suck her skin."Oh, Uncle Bob, please?" she gasped as I ran my tongue up the inside of her.