. NAME... CAT... UNCLE," Amelie ordered, scowling in heavily accented English."Well, sweetie, Amelie then," I responded, my sarcasm perhaps outside th... grasp of her perception, "Welcome to the greatest country in the world, the United States of America — your new home!" Ah oui, home of the beeg Mac, George Bush and the whooper," my sneering niece answered.'Jesus, ' I thought, silently appraising the beautiful, young woman in front of me, 'I wonder how long it will take me before I have that. Pata nahin kaisi hogi?Reena roj deti hai mast hoker.Fir main nahane chala gya.Apni shave ki aur nahane lga.Bahar aawaz aane lgi.Koi hans raha tha.Main jaldi si nahaya aur toliya lapet kr room mein aa gya. Wahan urvi ko dekha to lund khada ho gya.Wo to reena ki tarah ekdum mast maal thi.Uski hight reena se kam thi.Baal lambe the.Chehra gura tha.Hot patle aur gulabi.Usne jean aur tshert pahan rakhi thi.T-shirt bahut patli si thi.Uske boob tshert se bahar aana chahte the.Uski nipple tshert se. I heard you groan with pleasure at the sight of my open, waiting pussy. My huge, swollen clit and my cunt, engorged and flushed dark pink with desire, slippery and sweet with juices. I could hear the slurping of your tongue in my sweet sap and as you reached up and delved one, then two fingers into my expectant hole and your speed increased I began panting; craving you deeper into my cunt. I couldn’t open myself up to you enough, I wanted you to feast on me and I could tell you were ravenous. . Your hands leave my waist and you pull your shirt off. I smile, leaning back down to kiss your neck, your ear lobe, and your lips. You respond, and are less shy. I feel something hard against my bum, and I shiver with excitement. I…I dont want to make you do anything….you dont have to pity me, you mutter, and I pull away, offended. Do you think Im doing this out of pity? I ask, getting off of your lap and sitting down, my shirt in my hands. I look away, biting my lip. No! I just…cant believe.