Uncle Ted, shit I've met him, I thought."Tell me about it," I prompted.He was babysitting me and Trish," she said. Trish being her younger sister. "I ...ould be sitting on his lap in my PJ's and he touch me." Did you like him doing that?" I asked, my mouth suddenly dry."Oh, yes," she said. "I've always liked my breasts being touched." Did he do it often?" I asked."Oh, yes," she said. "Every time he babysat us he would undo my top and touch me." And how old were you the first time?" I asked."12,". A washcloth caught the dripping, white cream as it made its way out of her crack.He made up his mind; he would stay right there, in the same bed, and fuck his sister as much as his body could stand. He hoped he could do it fifteen times, but knew if he only got a third round in, he’d be a happy man. Don awoke with a piss hard. He knew what it was, but he wasn’t about to piss it away. He managed to pull the pillows from under Cookie and she was lying on her side. No… he wanted her face to face.. With the type of dancing they were doing, partners weren’t a necessity, and not everyone was paired off male-female. Tom seemed to be partnering with another boy—a boy younger than him—a boy who was so luscious looking that I immediately went hard. It was obvious that the two boys knew each other. They talked as they danced. But then I guess everyone who lived in Cole before the city locust swarmed in knew each other. Tom’s attention was split between the other boy and me, though, and it wasn’t. Mireille felt the first streaks of pleasure as he teased her clitoris. Feeling her respond, Luc's breath quickened, the thrusts became shorter, and within a few minutes both he and his lovely wife came in a gentle climax.They leaned together, supporting each other as the flow of passion ebbed, before Luc glanced at his watch."Merde" he muttered, "if we don't get a move on we will be late".Mireille grabbed her robe and headed for the shower."We don't have time for that, my love" he muttered. ".