I think you’re more nervous than I am.”Ron pressed the doorbell. The door swung open and a man, the image of Ron thirty years older and with a nea...ly trimmed gray beard greeted them. “Ronnie,” he said and embraced his son.A short and stout woman with a round face, sparkling blue eyes and curly gray hair joined him and gave Ron a hug. “I wish you had given us more notice,” she said in a mild Lallans Scots accent. “I’d have made scones or shortbread.”“It was spur of the moment. Besides, we just. That only lasted a little while, and then we were kissing again, repeating the whole process. I continued to play with her breasts, lifting them to feel the weight. Finding her nipples once more I rolled each one between my fingers, making them hard. They stood out like points as I teased them. Red moaned louder and wriggled around. I started to nibble on her ear lobe and bit it. Moving to her neck I snuggled there, kissing and licking it. Pulling my arm out from under her I raised myself up. I wanted him to turn around and face me again. I wanted ... more ... except I couldn’t articulate what “more” meant, even in my own mind. And I knew he was embarrassed, and that if I stayed, he might get mad. I didn’t want Uncle Bob to be mad at me.“Night,” I said, and I turned and literally ran back to my bedroom, like some scared little girl.I plopped down on my bed, trying to be disgusted with how badly everything seemed to have gone. I couldn’t be disappointed, though. I had seen my first. She didn’t believe him.“No you wouldn’t.”“Yes I would.”She felt his hand on her bare knee, and felt it begin moving upward, between her legs. She clamped her knees together instinctively, trapping the hand. It moved another inch or two, letting her know she wasn’t strong enough to stop it, and then stopped on its own.“Okay, okay,” she said, giving up.She sat up and, in the process, her knees came apart. The hand moved another two inches, fully onto her inner thigh now and, as she sucked in a.