I guess I was staring at it so intently he sort of grinned at me. He pulled on it a couple times while drying off. It looked like the arm of about a 3...year old with an apple in its hand. He had a full 9 1/2 inches with a purple blue head on it. It just danced back and forth and was so pretty. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. He asked me to dry his back off and I was so nervous I was almost shaking. When he turned and faced me he asked me if I wanted to touch his cock. That was it, I melted in. Daddy’s older b*****r, Uncle Frank, owned a sex shop, just off the high street. I walk past pass it daily, on the way to college and wonder what went on in there, with it’s blacked out windows. Before I go on with my story I think it wise to fill you in on just who was my Uncle Frank, and what does a man like him ant from an impressionable girl like myself. My parents split due to a small infidelity issue, something I was aware off, as I actually witnessed it, in our kitchen as I sat under the. All that showering and shaving for nothing hethought. He ended the date at about 8:30 and drove Rose home, thenwondered what to do. He had been thinking he'd get lucky, but it was not tobe."Me and Rosy tonight", he thought wryly to himself.He considered returning to the beach where he'd been forced to suck astranger's cock the night before. OK, maybe "forced" was too strong aterm, but he certainly hadn't made the first move; in fact he had takena passive role pretty much throughout the. "It sounds as though your friends are going to follow us." Sophie said. "Good."What could be more tempting to a mob of derelicts than two attractive females walking down a quiet street alone? They couldn't resist. They pulled along side us trying to get us to stop and talk, eventually we did. Now began the lurid comments, suggestions that we get in the car with them for some fun. Sophie was sweetness personified, leading them on, encouraging more of their filth.In her sweetest voice, she said..