Jerry Mhaisky, my maternal uncle from my aunt’s side, who used to live in a Govt. Boys Hostel situated in Nandel, near Cincinnati, Ohio state. I was...attracted towards him and we used to chat. He informed me that at his hostel he had a separate cot, bed, bed spreads, blanket, pillow, a plate, a glass and a steel dish, beside books and note books. They get a glass of milk with sugar in the morning, lunch in the afternoon and dinner at night. Besides that there is a free local bus pass to travel. I thought Eliza was going to go crazy as my fingers slid inside her. I felt a hand on the back of my head and she pulled me harder into her breasts and held me there. My fingers were playing with her wet pussy, putting pressure on her as they went back-and-forth. Her grip on the back of my head seem to tighten even more and I felt her hips start to buck. My other hand found its way between her ass cheeks and I put a finger in that hole as well. All of this sent Eliza over the edge. The moaning. I fought to keep control, but was quickly gravitating towards euphoria. “Don't fight it,” he rasped. As he held me, there were no boundaries and no limits. All I could hear was the waves lashing the cliffs outside. The fires raged in both of us as we played out our fantasy. Luke was talking softly, I tried to make sense of his words as tears pricked my eyes. All of a sudden my breath caught in my throat, and my body locked-up in a mild spasmodic seizure. I fell silent, as a tide of rhapsody. I was a little embarrassed that she’d expose me infront of John. “I don’t have an anal fetish. We haven’thad butt sex for years, you’d think I’d have pressuredyou to do that sort of thing if I had an anal fetish.”“Oh, sweetie, don’t get all defensive,” she said withmocked concern. “I was just reading you’re mind, likeyou thinking if John ever considered nailing me.”“Don’t get me involved,” John said.