Glancing up from the paper, the little blonde saw him staring excitedly up between her legs. She suddenly realized that because of the way she'd been sitting, her skimpy panties were very visible to him.

"What's the matter, Uncle Dave?" she grinned.

"Nothing," he gulped, his face turning a deep red.

"Does looking at my panties turn you on?" teased the girl.

"Of course not," he nervously snapped. "Don't talk so silly!"

"Does Shirley's panties turn you on?" asked Barbie as she slowly walked across the room and sat down on the arm of his chair.

"What do you mean?" he gulped.

"I was in the guest room while you were screwing her last night," she giggled, running her fingers through his hair.

"Where were you hiding?"

"I was in the room when you walked in," she explained. "SO I ducked into the closet."

"Did you see everything?"

"Yes, Uncle Dave." She grinned with a naughty twinkle in her eyes. "I saw everything!"

"I'm so ashamed," he stammered.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of," she whispered. "Your cock is beautiful."

"Oh, Barbie," he said, shocked at the way the pretty little blonde was talking. "You shouldn't say such things."

"Why not?" giggled Barbie. "Screwing is perfectly normal!"

"Maybe it is," he said, unable to believe her behavior. "But nice young ladies don't talk about men's cocks."

Barbie's skirt had hiked up when she sat on the arm of his chair, and both the sights, of her bare thighs so close to his hands and her naughty talk was giving him a wild erection.

"What's wrong with talking about cocks and fucking?" She smiled, staring at the big bulge throbbing in the front of his pants. "I'd even like to be screwed by that big hard-on between your legs."