” He frowned. “Why do I suddenly feel like I’m in junior high school again?”“I’m not that young!” said Jennifer, on the brink of tears.�...�No, it’s not you,” he said, reaching for her. “Believe it or not, I don’t think of you as a lot younger than I am. I know you’re younger, but I don’t think of you that way. But adults don’t like each other. They fall in love. It was saying she likes me that made me feel silly. I should say she’s interested in me. Or something. That’s the problem. I don’t know. OH MY FUCKING GOD. DO IT BABY, I’M GOING TO CUM FOR YOU SO HARD.I was screaming now, my body writhing, jiggling and wriggling out of control as I felt his fingers roughly drive in and out of me, his fingernails tearing at my lips and plunging painfully into my tender pussy walls. Reflex reactions forced my hand tightly closed around his penis as I continued to wank him ferociously, the feeling of his hard cock in my hand, his rough fingers delving in and out of my pussy and his vice like grip. My uncle Paul was a grumpy old guy, always miserable. I knew they were not a happy couple, as I knew they slept in separate rooms. We watched a couple of boring programs, then at about 8pm, uncle Paul said he was going out to his music club, and would be back about midnight. He went out and left us watching TV. Mary was flicking through the channels trying to find something interesting to watch, she found a drama about a girl who had turned to prostitution, it had some very graphic sex scenes.. "But that might not save you if you move like that again. I'm a gentleman, not a saint." He trailed his fingers down the back of my leg, sending electric sparks up my spine, making my breath catch in my throat."That's not playing fair," I complained, shifting my leg. My inner thigh promptly ran into aroused male and I froze. "Oh, boy. Danger! Danger, Will Robinson!"His smile widened. "We're about ten seconds from having sex. If that doesn't suit you, I suggest you might want to get moving."Part.