Bowling and balls and stiff penises coming in my mouth. I was thinking all kinds of things about life, including…when could we go bowling again. Indian sex “Well here we go. “Kind of.” “Well tell me about him,” he said. And then little grunts came from my mouth…beginning to gasp for air and lifted my cunt for more licking. I hadn’t had sex with anyone. My hand went under my dress, up my thigh and onto my cunt. Besides, he was my uncle but the only handsome older man in my life…I loved his hands on me even if we were playing. “Hi, Sweetie,” he said at the door…grabbing me as he always did and tickling me and hugging…I hugged him back. Uncle smoothed my legs and his hand went up to my panties. “’Bye Mom. “That feels wonderful,” uncle said and I kept playing with the tip. We sat down. “Yes,” I replied. I was almost 18 and a frisky pretty thing: nice boobs, a slender figure, I kept my blondish hair trimmed short and whenever he visited we would do our little wrestling and tickling game. I was doing pretty well. Uncle drove the car to a secluded area and parked. “’Bye Mom. “Yes,” she said. My hand went under my dress, up my thigh and onto my cunt.
