"You'd better go ahead. I've got to get back to work."

Sheri almost ran to her room. She slammed the door behind her and stripped off her clothes. The jar of cold cream was a little dusty but she got the lid open somehow and scooped with three fingers. She lay on her back on the bed and spread the lovely, gooey stuff thoroughly between the swollen lips of her pussy. It smacked around her knuckles as she worked it in.

"Ohhhhh… Ohhhh Uncle Rob… Ohhhh God… I want you to… fuck me!" It was true. Her little game had gotten serious all of a sudden. The touch of his hands on her had set off sparks and storms she hadn't guessed about before. Up and down she smoothed the cold cream. It wasn't so thick now as the heat of her body rose. She dug her finger gingerly over the stretched membrane that protected her depths. She'd often wondered what it was like to get fucked and now just touching that place made her babble with anticipation. She had to get fucked! Suddenly she knew she wanted that more than anything else in her life. She was getting older every day… to think what she was missing! Annie Faber had told her that fucking was about the nicest thing in the world. Annie had been going to bed with Billy Baker since she was twelve. Billy used a basic to keep from getting them in a fuck. And listening to the way Annie described things had always made Sheri hotter than a firecracker. She'd wondered when it might happen to her. And now there was Robby. Even if he was her uncle. She loved him! She wanted him. Sheri closed her eyes and felt the sweet sorrow of a dozen true confession stories she'd read. He had to love her too! He had to!

"Nhhuuuuuhhh!" she sighed, working her clit until it felt tumid and hot to her touch. Her slender body bucked on the bed as she plunged against the tickling, gouging rubbing. Her soles burned! Her breasts stood up straight on her chest as the throbbing pleasure erupted through her cunt.

"Ohhhh Robby… make love to me darling," she gasped. "Make me yours!"