. and do her a mischief. She never steps over the line ... but she nudges it a good one every once in a while.“By the time I was 12 I didn’t need ... watch.”No matter what year it is now ... Seven was sprung from my loins ... in New Zealand ... in 1973 ... OMG ... Seven is FORTY-SEVEN ... and I am 22. My head is spinning after THAT revelation.ERK She was born 25 years before I was!“Bye mom.” “Surprise? (slap) Surprise! (Slap) SURPRISE!! SLAP“I could hear Tyche ... I could feel Tyche ... But I. "Yes," I murmered, barely able to form the words."Well, don't be," he went on. "Absolutely nothing to be nervous about. Weknow each other quite well now I think. It's just a chat, nothing else."His tone was so disarming, so conversational, that almost immediately Ifelt myself start to relax. Hell, I thought, this isnt so bad. He's hugelyexperienced, he's met dozens of girls, of course I'm going to be morenervous than him. I offered him a drink and he said he'd just have a teaand he came into. I spread my pussy lips with my fingers and gasped as I lightly touched my sensitive clit, it was already swollen and I felt a little guilty that it was my own uncle causing the arousal. I had always been quite sexually aware, and self pleasure was something id become good at. I heard the bathroom door open and close. I lay still in my bed as I heard my uncle in the bathroom right next door. I heard him turn on shower and I resumed rubbing my clit, sliding a finger in my slit and using the. I was transfixed as her shirt gently opened revealing a white, smooth line under wired bra underneath. Her nipples were erect by now and her face flushed. I looked over her soft, pale rounded breasts and wanted so much to bury my face into her soft flesh. I sat on the bed and watched her, my panties soaked as I wished I was able to reach under my short skirt and touch myself. Lindsey dropped her shirt off her shoulders and smiled at me as it fell to the floor. I looked her up and down, admiring.