I can feel him appraise his work, studying me with marvelous intent.“You are truly beautiful my little pet,” my master says in awe, as footsteps a...proach, “Only one piece is left, words cannot express how much I desire you in this moment”.I can hear the unmistakable sound of zippers being lowered. I long to feel what I know as been set free. Pushing back, I feel my master’s hard cock. Unimaginable desire racks my body.Pushing forward slightly, he denies me the feel of him. I try to push back. ”She stopped stroking it and looked up with a worried look on her face.“I’m nervous, Uncle Roger. I don’t know how.”“Just take the tip of it in your mouth, honey.”She bent her head and took the head of my cock into her beautiful mouth. The sight of that sweet virginal teenage mouth - those luscious full lips – with my big, hard cock sticking out of it was almost too much to handle.“That’s it, baby. Now just start licking it all over while you do that. Yeah, just like that. Now keep. Then she placed one hand on his balls, cupping them, and tingling them with all her fingertips. Her hands were so oily that the sensation was almost the same as if she were holding them in her mouth, gently swirling her tongue around. But he wasn't thinking about reaching the orgasm, he just want her not to stop touching him.And she was now holding his balls in her hand, squeezing them gently and letting them slide through her oily fingers. The other hand she placed on his belly, gently. I was setting on the couch finishing my second beer when she came down the hall. She walked in the den wearing her short pleated tennis skirt and a white tank top. She was braless and her dark tanned nipples could easily be seen through the thin white cotton. She turned her back to me and when she bent over to fasten her sandals I could see her pussy was covered with a white thong. She turned and said I'll be late you don't have to wait up after all there's nothing you can do when I get home. I.