I don’t know who made the first move, me or her. I didn’t care. Within a second, our open mouths were attacking each other, our bodies practically...sealed by the lips, with our well-dressed bodies mashing and grinding up against each other, all attempts at subtlety and politeness gone. I melted, bringing my arms around Jennifer, and in response, she grabbed my body, still kissing me passionately, and slammed me against the wall, making a worryingly loud noise. Her tongue invaded my mouth as she. On this particular night we arrived separately. She came in and ordered a glass of wine and sat at the end of the bar near the door. I was sitting by the sound guy at the other end of the room where I could watch her and make sure she was safe. Wes, the bartender, watched over her as well, since he knew that we were together. It was amusing to watch the drunken guys hitting on her.She was always the classiest woman in the bar. She never sang and usually ended up sitting with several other women. Not just wet, but dripping wet and I told uncle, “I – I didn’t feel that much juice leak out”.“I guess you really loved getting your nipples sucked and boobs bit”, he said as he reached for my right boob. He gave a nice massage of the boob and pinched my nipple while he fingered my pussy.Without even thinking, I grabbed my uncle’s cock and started stroking it as he finger fucked my pussy and massaged my boobs.I don’t know how long I was doing it, but uncle let out a yelp and pushed my hand away. "Then Steve laughed."What?" she asked.Laughing some more, Steve asked, "You know the part where the damsel in distress is locked in handcuffs hand and foot to the wall in the dungeon waiting for her Prince Charming. When the jailers enter the cell, did you ever notice a small star emblem on one of their backs?" Not really," was her reply.Steve laughed and she scrunched up her face giving a single word question, "What?"He admitted to her that being a 16 year old boy, very interested in naked.