How could her body do this to her? "Damn it! Stop rubbing my rear and help get me free!" she lashed out loudly at the young man, in an attempt to dist...act her body. But instead she could feel the dampness between her legs growing. It both humiliated and infuriated her. Then she began to be afraid that the young man might actually notice the wetness at her crotch - he might then begin to more directly fondle her or even **** her, she worried, the surge of fear cutting through all her. Upon further inquiry, I found out it was with my dad. In the nights that he slept over when I was young and they were drinking, it would usually end up with my dad in his knees sucking his cock.Not going to lie, the idea turned me on a bit. Thinking about my dad sucking his friend’s dick got me so flushed and hard. My uncle could see the outline of my dick in my pants.“Do you want to suck me off?” He asked. I said yes so he pushed me on the floor and let me unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans. Their eyes were locked. She splayed her legs around his, her hips thrust towards him, her skirt lifting up and her little thong pulling against the buttons on his pants. She gasped as her pussy, barely covered in the wispy material, came to rest on the head of his engorged cock, rising up through the thin linen pants. He was apparently rather well-endowed. She felt the wetness seeping into her crotch. Her cheeks reddened and she looked away instinctively. ‘Look at me’ He said. His face looked. I am going to be here for this," I explained.With that we parted company. I left the key under the mat and headed home. I stopped by Jeremy's house."Well I went to look at the church. Now I need to make a decision," I explained once I was inside."What's to decide, you want to tackle it or not?" Jeremy asked."Yes, but do I take the lot, or try to get the church building free. I can always explain that the lot will be worth more, if the church is gone," I said."They might buy that," Jeremy.