Then we'd rest for a minute. Perspiration lubricated our chests as our breasts pressed close. She'd trace my lips with her tongue, licking down my nec... and into my ears. I felt her enjoying ever line and taste of my body. She even licked under my arms, which felt weird at first. But, it was like a communion, taking me in in every way her senses would allow. A few weeks into our thing, we were in a 69 and I felt her tongue exploring my butthole. It felt amazing, so I reciprocated. She moaned. Uncle Maxwell forces me against the wall. His hands over mine he presses his body against my backside. “I love you in this position.” He whispers in my ear. The heat of his breath near my neck stirs my juices within. Just that fast I’ve become aroused. At first I try to fight it, but thoughts of our plane trip come back into my mind. He starts to grind his pelvis into me, as I push my hips into him. Our intimate session is bought to an abrupt halt, when another customer makes her way to the. Hearing the sound of that voice was like being rescued from drowning. ‘I know it’s rather late,’ she said. ‘I’m sorry for calling so late—’ ‘As long as it’s you calling, there’s nothing to be sorry about. How’re you doing?’ ‘I’m doing alright. Was trying to sleep, but I kept having this crazy nightmare and it just wouldn’t let me be.’ ‘Oh, sorry to hear that.’ ‘It’s okay. The nightmare’s gone right now anyway.’ ‘Was I of any help getting rid of it?’ She smiled to herself. ‘Hearing your voice. I looked at her I couldn't see anything funny about it. It was I who had to confront all the other k**s and the teachers tomorrow.Mother dried the tears from her eyes and looked at me."Oh honey, it's not that bad. It's.. It's..." she started to laugh again. This almost hurt me more than a scolding would have done and I ran into my room and slammed the door after me and threw myself on the bed with my face in the buried in the pillow.After a while I heard a timid knock on the door."I'm sorry.