Tamara gave me an impish grin. "Are you sure about that, Uncle Mike? She seemed awfully amused whenever she saw you looking at me yesterday."
"Well, you were fully dressed yesterday and she was right there the whole time," I countered. "If she saw you like this, she wouldn't be as understanding. Normally, she's extremely possessive and she does not like me looking at other women at all."
Tamara reached up and teasingly fiddled with that one button between her breasts. I couldn't help but stare, and I noticed her n*****s were now completely hard.
"So you want me to take this off?" she breathed.
"No!" I replied, far louder than I intended. She jumped a bit, which was distracting as all hell. I shook my head and tore my gaze from her magnificent t**s. "Tamara, you know how amazing you loo
