The cold lotion against my hot pulsing hard-on combined with the pressure of her grip almost blew the top of my head off. It felt so good. But the sight of my young niece wrapping her hand around me and starting to stroke was even better. She was sitting beside my thigh, with a look of concentration, as if she was performing surgery. Her brow was still beaded with perspiration from her own exertions, and her hair was all askew. But to me, she was more adorable than anything I had ever seen. Her hand was moving up and down with little squeezes on both strokes. I knew that with everything else that had happened tonight I couldn't last very long. Her hand-picked up pace and I took a sharp intake of breath. "Oh god Dahlia! Just like that!" Without her looking up I could see her smile. It looke
