He had been born in London where his parents had moved from Wales. They had immigrated to the U.S. in 1946 after the war and settled in a northern in...ustrial city. They lived in a small cracker box suburban home on a very small lot. In about 1950 the mother’s brother came to live with them. Leslie, for that was the boy’s name, adored his uncle, a short wiry man an ex British Paratrooper who had fought in North Africa against the Nazi’s. Leslie could sit and listen to his uncle tell stories. I liked my lips and opened my mouth and looked at him? Instead of shoving it in my mouth he goes down and spreads my cunt with his fingers and as a look. ….? you ok there mr? I asked. I shrugged. What ever. then he fingers me and puts his dick to my groove, looks down, looks over to me and says… Can you put it in your cunt? yes I said, so I grabbed his dick and lowered it to my gaping wet pussy hole. Shove it in there I said. So he shoves it in, up and up filling up my wet pussy with his dick.. Time to get comfortable for me too. I take off my shoes, my clothes and my watch as you're waiting for me down on your knees. All I'll have left is a white tank top, and once I take my pants off and have spread my legs apart for you, my dick will be standing up majestically right in front of your face.No, don't put it in your mouth, not yet, there's no hurry. Take it in your hands and play with it. I'll keep on working your tits, I can see you love that. Lay your hands wherever you can and get. Stopping, I waited a moment before thrusting my hips forward with quick, hard thrust. My cock plunged into her, my hips smacking against her ass and her body moving forward. Another moan and I heard a soft question."May I play with myself?" Yes!" was my only reply as I slowly pulled back out. I watched her as her hand slowly pulled back and then disappeared beneath her. Her breath caught as her fingers pressed against her clit. Giving up all control my hips thrust forward again and I began.