My hips buckled,my knees shaking as T brought me to my first orgasm from another hand.I was still to young to cum,still to young to ejaculate, still t... young to have nice spunk shoot from my little hard cock. My orgasms were dry,but still very enjoyable to feel that electicity flowing through my body, to feel my body shaking.T gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze and let go of my cock.T took his hand and licked himself clean of his own spunk.I looked at T's still hard cock.The hard cock that I had. Thoughts turned into fantasy. Fantasy turned into obsession. Now all I could think about was the next time I saw her, I would have a surprise for her.She agreed to meet with me at my townhouse once again the following week. I made her dinner and we polished off a bottle of wine. Sitting on the couch, we cuddled while watching TV. I started caressing her leg and arm. I could tell she was a little uneasy and I asked her if anything was wrong. She was still a little afraid that I was. It's written by a man called Chopin and it was later included in a ballet of his music called Les Sylphides. I'd like you to tell me what you think of it." OK."He put it on the record player and covertly watched Becca's face. At first it was full of concentration and then it relaxed into a dreamy look. The fast section brought a look of wonder to her face and then, as the music reverted, the dreamy look returned. Steven did not say a word."Can you play it again, Uncle Steven?" Of course."He did. Now, to have her in my presence again filled me with joy, for my daughter had come home from college for the holiday break, her presence dispelling the emptiness which typically filled the house. As we date dinner, I gazed upon her fondly. She reminded me so much of her mother: a similar frame, a nearly identical facial structure, the long fingers from years of playing piano, the expressive eyes… It was the latter which concerned me a little. Like her mother, her eyes were full of unending.