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She pulled Brunette her tank top down as far as it could go. “That’s kind of you Uncle Jerry. I’ll just go change, I’m still in my pyjamas, ha…” She held the duvet nervously around her, as she got to her feet and made for the door. “Don’t be silly. Everyone wears pyjamas when they’re sick. Means you can get hot and sweaty without worrying, eh?”. Jerry gave her a lascivious wink and laughed to himself as small tits he approached the sofa. He handed Alicia a glass of water and took a sip from his beer. Jerry touched Alicia on the shoulder, guiding her back to the couch. As they sat down, Jerry set his beer to the side. The curtains were drawn, making the room dark, and outside it was raining. Alicia sat bunched up on the other end of the Solo sofa, which could only sit two people, so her and Jerry’s masturbation legs were still touching. “No, no. Come on now, you’ve got to share the duvet, it’s only fair!” Jerry exclaimed. He pulled the end of the duvet wide, seeing his niece in her skimpy shorts and tiny white tank top. Her firmly erect nipples still poked through the material. Her midriff rolled up slightly, whilst her pale thighs invited his eyes down the rest of her legs. He made no attempt to hide his ogling, holding the duvet wide for much longer than he needed to reposition it around himself. Alicia’s head was cast down; she could feel his probing eyes. Jerry smirked as he positioned the duvet, sliding up closer fetish to Alicia and putting his arm around her. Uncle Jerry was Alicia’s father’s oldest brother, being 58. He had always worked manual labour jobs, and often helped his friends if they needed a spare hand in their scrap yard or garage. As such, he had a broad chest and naturally big arms, with large, rough fingers. His skin was leathery from yearly trips with the family to Spain and much outdoor work. He had shaved silvery hair covering his head, with a defined receding hairline. He still clean-shaved, but often had a little stubble. Jerry was no stranger to a few pints, and liked to keep himself well-fed. He sported a moderate belly, though is work kept his stomach from being too flabby and had gifted him powerful legs, which Alicia could now feel next to hers. On to his 3rd wife, Jerry was a lady’s man. Caught in several affairs, he seemed reluctant to go into his old age without putting it about a bit first. Alicia only really saw Jerry at family events these days, though she knew him and her dad spoke regularly, not least at Jerry’s fortnightly poker nights. “Not sure why you like this show, Leash. It’s probably all the pretty boys. Whatever the reason, sure seemed like you were enjoying it earlier” Jerry smirked. “You didn’t hear me come in, did you?” “No, I didn’t. I’m sorry Uncle Jerry, I thought no one was here” “Don’t apologise for it. I could have said something when I saw you going at it under the covers, but I wanted to see a bit more of the show first. I wasn’t disappointed”. I continued my journey south, massaging her with streams of air. I shuddered and then I leaned fetish back, releasing my hold on Clint's neck. She glanced at me and winked. But a whole new frontier is about to open up masturbation for me. I raised an eyebrow. Catching hold of his buttocks with both her hands she raised and lowered her head letting his cock slide in her mouth. He couldn’t believe this was actually small tits happening. Energy poured into Frozenshadows, reinvigorating the damaged leather. It Solo was hard to detect what species is what. I was angry with myself Brunette mostly at this point. Fred doesn’t seem to know where the nephews have gone to nor does he know where the porn twins are. "Ah, yeah," she said.