![]() “Would you? I think it feels good.” She told me and I certainly knew what she meant. “How would you like it if I put my finger in your bum hole like that?” “Why are you so fascinated with my bum hole?” I asked. It felt so good, I couldn’t help but wiggle my bum while she continued to probe. She wasn’t rough or anything, but if she didn’t stop, I was going to squirt on the bed. I found your bum hole,“ she told me as she wiggled a finger around inside, “It’s really hot in there.” That’s just the way it is, ooomph, what are you doing?” I didn’t have to ask because she had found my bum hole and poked a finger in it. “That’s because boys are hairier than girls. “Maybe not on your bum but on your front and around your bum hole.” “On my bum?” Her eyes went wide in horror. Just wait a few years and you’ll have hair down there.” I informed her. “Be careful, those are my balls and they’re sensitive. “I’m trying to find your bum hole but there’s a lot of hair in the way.” She explained as she moved her hand down and lifted my sack, “What’s this? It’s even hairier.” Would you mind telling me what you are you up to down there?” She looked up when she felt me move, looked me straight in the eye and told me, “You’re naked.” ![]() My niece, however, had her face between my arse cheeks while she inspected it. However, I was awake now and for some reason I knew a breeze was not responsible. The light, airy touch became even more insistent between the hairy cheeks of my bum before I felt them part. I luxuriated and ground the steel pipe that replaced my usual morning wood, into the bed. They were gentle and enigmatic in the way the micro currents of cool air eddied and swept to and fro over my body in a feathery massage. It was a Zephyr wind of cool, tendrils like tiny fingers, that tenderly floated over my legs and back.
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