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?Uncle Charles!? she said, glancing over her shoulder at me.?Sorry.?I tried to create distance. It wasn?t easy. We were in a crowd watching her sister play college softball.She ground her hip against my groin, on purpose this time, and glanced up at me.?Are you getting aroused watching these teenage girls running around??Her voice was playful now, not angry as I had feared.?No. I mean, Siobhan is pretty. And that redhead with the braids in centerfield is stunning. But no, Puds, that?s not it.?My arm was around her waist, warding off the chill in the night air.?So what?s got you worked up?? she asked, glancing around. ?Did some hot cougar catch your eye???Puddles, that?s not istanbul travesti (https://www.istanbullife.info) even funny. Cougars are looking for younger men.?I squeezed her briefly.?If you must know,? I leaned in and spoke as low as I could. ?It?s been a while. And?I?ve always had a thing for pregnant women.?She was still for a moment, then turned in my arm, her full breasts pushing into my chest and her swollen abdomen butting against me.An eyebrow arched with glacial slowness.?Me???Yeah, Puds. You. Sorry.?She glanced down at my jeans, leaning in and putting pressure on my now fully erect cock.?Yeah?sorry.?She slid her hand up between us, pressing the palm against my rod.?Jesus, Puddles, what istanbul travestileri (https://www.istanbullife.info) are you doing??Puddles was a nickname I gave her when she was eight years old. Her father and I had been friends since childhood. We had a tee time scheduled, but by the time I got to his house, it was raining and Brigid was playing in the puddles. The name stuck.?I?m just thinking,? she said, glancing up at me, still stroking. ?Danny is a great guy, a good husband.??Yes.? I gritted my teeth, trying not to look at her.She pressed harder, forcing me to meet her gaze.?He?s a great husband, but he?s not turned on by my condition. He refuses to touch me.??God, then he?s an idiot.?The travesti istanbul (https://www.istanbullife.info) stimulation caused me to speak true rather than smart.The hand that wasn?t already around her waist reached around her abdomen, pulling her to me. She dropped her head onto my chest, continuing to massage me with her hand and rolling her breast against my chest sideways.?You?ve never seemed attracted to me before,? she said. ?You were never the creepy uncle.??I?m your dad?s age, for crying out loud. Practically family.??How come you and Aunt Carol never had kids?? she murmured, glancing up.Despite her hand?s motion and her closeness, I began to lose rigidity.?She had some pretty serious health problems when she was a kid. It just never happened for us. It?s also why she passed so young.?My voice held steady. I could talk about her now without crying. Tears would come later, though.?Sorry, Uncle Charles.?I leaned down and kissed the top of her head.