I looked at the bowl and to him confused. Okxxx I felt his hand stroke through my hair and I shuddered. My uncle’s tongue dipped lower and his fingers removed from me, I felt his tongue slide inside of me and slowly move in and out. Setting it aside I turned back to him, my eye’s firmly planted to the floor, afraid to look up at him. It had a full size canopy bed, a large mirror on one wall. I walked to his room, and knocked on the door. He laughed behind me and continued to pump his fingers in and out of me. Uncle Phil slowly began moving in and out of me slowly, still stroking my back.
