Marilyn's Diary

It was very hard to keep my feelings for my Uncle Herman secret. And Uncle Herman feelings for me made him very hard.

So we had to keep a low profile and be circumspect. Which was hard for Uncle Herman because he wasn't circumspect or even circumscribed because he was created in Germany and he didn't want any to think he was Jewish. Not that he cared but they would be mean to him in the steam room in the gymnasium.

 Uncle Herman and I would have to have little signs to show how we felt to each other. Uncle Herman would pull on his ear. Of course he didn't know his own strenght and he would pull off his ear and Lily would have to sew it back on. That was why he could never masturbate. But when he yanked on his ear it was his way of telling me he loved me.

 I would also show him that I loved him in a special way. I would wear my pointiest bra. So my luscious young firm breasts would be two sweet cones of desire pointing straight at his heart. He love my pointy titty bras. Sometimes when we would make love that would be the only thing I would wear. Well that and some cobwebs and a shroud. He liked his sex dead missionary style.

 But the pointy bra was my way to show him how much I loved him. He would stare at me and lick his lips and then the back of his neck. He had a tongue that made Gene Simmions look like Pee Wee Herman.

 I loved my Uncle Herman. And his prehensile tongue. And he loved me.

And my pointy titties.

 I miss those days.

 And I miss my pointy tits.