My wet hair hit my Uncle on his shoulder and I could sense him getting agitated.Getting into the bedroom I removed the towel and the wet dirty pettico...t from my ‘near to clean’ body and started rubbing the towel more luxuriously and slowly when I suddenly noticed a sound outside and thinking it to be my folks rushed to the door and looked thru the small hole on top- there was nobody.But there was ‘somebody’. – It was my uncle sitting crouched just below the bedroom door on the other side– he. Uska hath mere butloko se mere chud mai chala gaya o mere chud ko masel ne lega mere chud ko masalte masalte usne mere chud mai aapna ungli dal dia. usne mera t-shirt uttar dia or white color ka bra bhi mai apne aap ko control nahi kar pa rahi thi or wo bhi nahi. usne mujhe bister pe phek dia or ekhi bar mai mera jeans uttar di maine under ak black colour ke panty pehni thi, usne mera panty apne moo se paker ke khol dia usne apna lund nikala or mere chud mai dala dhere dhere usne jaise hi mere. He pulled up shortly afterwards. I took a deep breath to calm the butterflies in my stomach and made my way hurriedly to his car. As I took my seat beside him my long coat parted to reveal my fishnet clad legs and the bottom of my ludicrously short dress. His eyes nearly popped out and his hand slipped from the gear stick to my inner thigh as I leaned across to gave him a quick kiss. We exchanged brief pleasantries then he turned his attention back to the road and pulled away. He drove for a. " So... why don't we?... Stay here?" Because that day -- the day when we came back to the ship, in Corpus Christi, we inflamed everyone about the prospects of going to Brooke Army Hospital. We had begun selling them on the idea, even before we were back to the ship. And then, after we had to leave the harbor, and put to sea again, everyone felt... homeless. And you showed everyone the photographs of the hospital, and you and I both -- and Raymond, too -- talked about how well it was going to.