Still clutching my expended member within her, she kissed my chest, n*****s, collarbone and neck. Then finally she relinquished her hold. Sliding up my body until I slipped out of her, she draped herself over my supine slackness until we were face to face. Adoringly she kissed me everywhere, finishing with the most ardent yet tender, wonderfully prolonged one on my lips.
“Oh, beloved uncle,” she breathed, “How can I let Bill touch me after that? You are the most sublime lover of my dearest dreams!”
“I know, baby,” I agreed, looking up into those depthless black orbs. “We fit together perfectly. But this is an imperfect world. You need your husband, and I need my wife. Neither of us can survive financially otherwise. And I am far too old for you. When you are my age I’ll be dead, or as go
