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Smiling Blue Eyes

Date: 9/11/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

his cock and moving her back and forth in long even strokes. He was controlling her body and she was evidently fine with that. She just stared ahead and watched the movie while Paul pulled her ass back and forth over his covered erect cock. Moments later Paul started to cum inside his pants. He pulled her back to him and whispered “Now, India… right now, kiss me, Honey.” As if just waiting for him to ask India turned her head and with her eyes closed and puffy wet lips she kissed Paul. The kiss lasted half a minute while his cock shot streams of hot cum inside his jeans. Paul’s fingers were busy, his right hand played at her little cunt, covered by her white cotton and lace panties, while the fore-finger and thumb of his left hand kneaded her nipple on her flat chest. Finished, he realized that her hand had been feeling his covered cock for the last minutes. She cupped a hand over his ear and whispered to him with a giggle, “Your jeans are all wet and sticky, Uncle Paul.” Back in the real world now, Paul was embarrassed to have the eight-year old touching his cock. He was suddenly keenly aware of the people around him in the crowded theater. Sliding down a little in his seat, he looked to his right and then to his left to see if anyone was watching. One man was. The man’s hand was moving under his coat (that lay across his lap). He was looking right at Paul and India. He smiled at Paul when he realized that Paul was looking at him, smiled, nodded a greeting and kept his hand ... moving. They stopped at McDonalds for dinner and India was the perfect little angel. She really was an angel Paul thought… perhaps one with some adult experiences with her father, but an angel none the less. “Do you and your dad ever play grown up games in bed, India? You know, games that you’re not supposed to tell anyone about?” He tried to be nonchalant about the question but his ears were tuned for the answer. “Sometimes we do. But it’s a secret, so I can’t tell you.” She finished her coke and made gurgling noises with the ice and liquid that was left. “I don’t think he would really mind though, as long as it was with you, Uncle Paul.” “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind at all, Sweetie.” Paul wondered if that was true. “Your daddy and I are very close. I know, let’s go home and maybe you can teach me some of your games.” She gave her uncle a big smile. “O.K.” She wiped her full lips. “Let’s go!” and taking him by the hand led him from the restaurant. It was a short ride from McDonalds to Paul’s apartment and the two chatted away. Once in the apartment India disappeared into her room to change for bed and Paul put on his pajamas, turned on the TV, then laid down on his bed and waited for her. ‘Are you crazy?’ he asked himself. ‘Are you fucking nuts?’ A moment later, before it had formulated in his mind, his creeping self-doubt was sweep away she jumped up on his bed and sat beside him. She was just as cute as a button he thought. She had on a yellow Donald Duck tee shirt and plain ...