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. Instead he was wearing a black silk shirt and white cotton pants. His dark hair, which usually appeared tousled and unkempt, was combed back nicely on his head and appeared to be wetted down or maybe gelled. He had shaved his two-day stubble off his face, and I could smell the not too heavy fragrance of his very masculine cologne. I also noticed that he had the top three buttons of his shirt undone, exposing a nice thin mat of dark chest hairs. I hated to admit it, but Jerry looked hot!Jack set. I stood up and pushed her back onto the guest bed. She went straight back and the motion made her small but muscular legs fly into the air. I caught both her ankles before they came back down and quickly dropped to my knees. I pushed her legs open to reveal her lightly haired pussy and my tongue slid deep into her love box forcing her to moan like a kitten. I licked up and down her pussy and sucked her small but swollen clit. Tasha melted from the pleasure of my mouth and began grinding her hot. I squeezed her to me tightly, relaxed my grip. "Okay mom. See you in a while." She leaned forward, stood, and left the room. I heard the bathroom door close.Thirty minutes later it swung open again and in a few moments she appeared in the doorway of the TV room. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright as she posed there, dressed only in a filmy black pegnoir that just covered the tops of her legs. The light from the kitchen silouetted her body under the silk mesh."Are you ready?" She whispered..