But this time I consciously decided to talk to her. She was back from her college early when I was waiting for her mom at her place. She was wearing h...r usual tight jeans and a slim top. Her boobs were shaping up nicely. Her ass was already as big as her mom. She walked into the hall and greeted me “Hi Uncle…” waving her handI looked at her admiring her innocence and her beauty. Her smile was childish but as you roll your eyes downwards checking out her boobs and her widening hips supporting. I loved pussy. At last I could tell she'd had enough. She could barely sit up on the hot tub edge. I helped her out of the tub and we went over to a chaise lounges to relax. We were still naked. I finally heard Mom's car coming up the lane so I gathered my things and kissed Lavinia goodbye. I went up to my room. I have no idea what Mom and Lavinia were up to. Mom came up later when I was in bed and just peeked in to see if I was asleep and then closed the door softly. The next morning I. The half hour rides turned into two or three hour weekend tours of my city. Each day I looked forward to mounting my bicycle, and letting two wheels take me through unexplored territory, both around me and inside of me too.I still missed the sex. If I have time one day I’ll write about that. It was spectacular, because it came from love and from passion. But as each day passed, I thought about it less. Nothing was happening at home either, still no intimacy. So cycling became my new sex, and my. “Oh erm, yes, very.” Mel was beautiful. Some five years younger than me she had also looked after herself. She was somewhat more endowed than myself but still firm with a fresh, young looking face and still retained traces of the soft sweet accent of her native Wales. She joined me with a Café Latte, sitting in the armchair across the small, low table. “Must be nice to be able to wear such tight clothes,” she smiled. “At our age they just push everything into bulges!” I laughed. “That's not.