And my sketchpad lay in the tent.Zanyia moaned louder, Ava’s smaller gasps echoing.The vines that grew up my left leg and spilled over my hip repres...nted my mastery of dance, of moving my body to music, expressing all my desires through the undulation and gyration of my form. My finger followed the end of the vine as it crossed my hip. Then I crossed a few inches of bare skin to my last tattoo, the flowering vines sprouting from my pubic mound, reaching towards my pussy lips.My mastery of the. Shewill wake up everyday at 7:30 and go to sleep every night at 8:30sharp. When she wakes up, she'll brush her hair and her teeth and thenhave breakfast. After breakfast, she'll get dressed and make her bed.Every Sunday, she'll always put on a formal dress with white tights andshiny shoes and will go with you to church. She will love the singingthere. After the services, she'll go to Sunday School and have lots offun listening about all the bible stories. After lunch, the wholefamily will. Jay smiles and wraps an arm over my shoulders, giving me a squeeze. “I knew you would, they reminded me of you instantly,” he whispers into my ear. My gaze is locked on the earrings. The immediate thrill has died down and I just feel flutters and warm thoughts washing all through me. I’m dimly aware of Jay’s lips on my neck, softly kissing. Tyler is completely gone from my mind and all I can think about right now is Jay. Nobody’s ever gotten me anything near this thoughtful or amazing. And I’m. . ooooohhh...” She was letting go with a series of little grunts and groans as I kept pleasuring her with my invading fingers. Finally, she reached down and grabbed my wrist to stop my hand from moving inside her. “No more Uncle Jeff. I can’t take it,” she said as she looked up at me through hooded eyes, her face glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration. As she sunk back into the bed and started to regain her breath, I withdrew my fingers from within her one last time and without a word,.