SORRY, NOT YOURS ANYMORE
A thought popped up in my head and I didn't even think it through, just acted on it.
“I’m sorry for the divorce,” I said, placing my hand on his thighs beneath the table. “Time heals every wound.” I began to trail my hand up his thighs and rested it on his groin area.
Uncle Stephan’s fork clattered, but he quickly steadied it, his fingers stiff.
Facing me, he narrowed his gaze. “Thank you, Little Lu.” His voice was tight, edging me to take me off.
I let a smirk play on my lips as I moved my hand in circles, feeling his cock beneath the soft cotton of his pajamas.
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