"Cut off my skirts with your knife, Phil," I whispered into his ear ashe ground into me with the fire of his passion. My voice dripped, no,foamed with...the animal need of a virgin of 35 years and I was on firefor him.He pulled up, the fire in his loins mirrored with the fire in his eyes,burning his brain out and replacing it with just animal lust. It took amoment for his brain to register my idea."Your pocket knife, the gypsy folder I got you for your birthday," Isaid and kissed his exposed neck. As I walk into the lounge she is still lying there on the floor but her nightshirt has ridden up very slightly and I can now see the outline of her labia! God I wish I could reach out and touch her there, to slip a finger into that tight warm, slick recess would be heaven itself. As I am staring at her little slit I realise she has turned her head towards me and is staring up at me. “What are you looking at Uncle Terry?” A distinct hint of sarcasm detected in her voice.I blush bright red, and. The drive home was a long one, but they had a lot to talk about. He drove as usual, and the whole time she kept her hand between his legs, pulsing gently from time to time. They were only half way home when he turned off the highway. She had no idea where they were going, but she knew why, she put a little more pressure between his legs and felt her own stomach drop again as he pulled off the rode and onto a side street. He parked the car behind some trees and she was on top of him before the. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer though and my face flushed hot. She looked at me curiously."Yeah," I said. "I had to pick up some assignments from school because I was away as well today."I opened the door again and flung the thing back inside the cab."Those pictures turned out nice," Stephanie said. "We're getting a couple of them enlarged and framed in the living room. I hope you're not planning on breaking up with Charlotte any time soon." I'd die first," I said with all.