." She asks: "So, you want me to use another technique or so? Tell me how you want it to be?"He stumbles and says: "It is hard to describe. I have a s...ggestion. It might offend you, but I hope you consider it. I have a friend with whom I made out a few times in my college days. And that friend gave great head. Maybe, if we invite that friend so that friend can show you how I like it?" He looks are filled with a bit of guilt of having that wish, but also a bit of hope that she agrees to that. The next day in school I saw the boy of my nigh time sexual encounter, I felt his eyes on me. Throughout the day my mind kept racing to him. In between classes I felt someone standing over my shoulder I turned and found myself staring into those beautiful dark eyes. He handed me his telephone number. I took it and smiled at him. That night at home all I could think of was being alone in my room with my bottle, and my fingers deep in my pussy, making myself cum over and over. The telephone rang,. Carrying his prize in his arms, he kicked his bedroom door open and laid her down on his bed. She scooted back until her head reached the pillow. He climbed into bed and she instinctively open her legs for her lover, her uncle, to take his place between her legs. It felt nice being under him, having his body over her. They spent some time kissing, enjoying the skin on skin contact. Her breast touching his chest and his cock touching her legs. He laid next to her on her left side, offering . She looked at me and smiled while gently pushing me back so that I was sitting a corner of the couch and she gently slid my knees apart. It was exactly the way I'd never sit. Mom sat down between my legs. Mom gently ran her hands over my body."You look nice sitting like that. All your best features open to be seen." Mom started gently rubbing my cunt the way I like. "Feels nice?" Oh yeah," and by now I did like it, that feeling of shame was outweighed by the pleasure."Tell me why?" she said.