<div align="center"><em>Morgan Ambrose n the Study. Enjoying some quality time with his Niece.</em></div><br/>Morgan gave a soft gasp feeling her moisture softly grinding upon his pants and along his rock hard erection. He fishes his manhood out of his pants letting it rest against her thighs though he did nothing else. He figured to spare his clothes the moist spots. He would smile lightly grinding slowly against her letting the tip press against her moist and overtly sensitive nethers letting the moist cloth cling well to her there. His hands would reach down to her shapely rear and began to make a faux bouncing motion so her thighs and nethers rub against his erection to tease. Now he was fighting dirty in this game but then again they both were very competitive. Her words had a profound effect on her but he would not yet break.<br/><br/><strong>"Are you really so ravenous my dear? You have your uncles appetite. Once hard again Im sure you would know I would grant no restraint to my darling daughter. I would removed myself from your mouth prematurely and lie you down upon the bed then mount your stomach so that my rigid rod of male nobility would be nestled in between your cleavage and within that soft bosom I would thrust using your breasts as a warm cushion letting you watch as the tip peeks out every so often from your lovely mounds. And I would be certain to make sure your hands were given the honor of doing that yourself. With my hands freed I would pump my fingers into your delicate and well used flower making sure to let that warm seed of mine leak onto the sheets or the table. Or perhaps even into a wine glass so you could savor that warm vodka yourself. When I reach my peak I would press my tip into your lips giving you a fresh dose of warm milk. And then still hard from the endeavors I would take your ass and your pussy as firmly as I could. Right here and now... Uncaring of whom comes in."</strong>He said with a smile as his cock throbbed against her pussy through the fabric and he would continue onwards with his torturous admissions of lust.<br/><br/><strong>"Perhaps I would have you dress as a choir girl and go into the confession box to repent of your sins. But I have a better idea of what fantasy I would inflict upon you. I know you have missed Prophet. And that might fowl has grown into a fine stallion in your absence my dear. And he as missed you deeply. I can tell for you were his first and I see the lack of passion when he takes a mare. He wants his first rider back and I am sure he would remember you. That thick horse cock and his warm seed would be abundant.. In fact I have a new harness that i know you would love. I will not say what it is but you will find riding it to be quite an exhilarating task my dear Josie."</strong>He teased her with the promise of seeing and being with her darling horse once more. The one she had grown close to during her years there.<br/>