As I walked back to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee I heard the doorbell ring. I looked out through a window and saw Uncle Bill standing on the do...rstep."Good Morning, Uncle Bill," I said, quite cheerfully, as I opened the door. He came inside and gave me a kiss, as he usually does, "Hello Prue, how's my favourite girl this morning?" he asked. A greeting I have heard many times before, but each time it invoked a small tingle in my body. It's not just the kiss; it was his hands on my upper. You aregiggling and laughing at what's in store for me now. Getting to the closetyou pull me inside and gently push me up against your furs. You laugh at meas I become excited by the softness and the smell."Like that? Isn't it soft? It sort of captures you doesn't it?" And youlaugh again as I begin to move slightly against the furs.Taking out your perfume, you lean over to me and spray me up and down withthe perfume. You laugh as my eyes roll back and I begin to get very, verydizzy. . To say I’m shocked is an understatement. My mouth opens and shuts as he cups his hand over my panties. ‘So wet. Jumalauta, I want to fuck you.’ And he does. In a way. Pushes the fabric of my panties aside and slides his fingers through my lips, getting them wet. My head crashes into the wall, because I’m that girl. Ms. Fucks Guys In Clubs. Ms. Gets Drunk And Parties. It’s insanely appealing, but horribly stupid. Still, I don’t push his hands away. Especially not when his thumb rubs circles. They are willing to accept that it isn't my doing to weardresses and are willing to accept me as I am. I am really thankfulfor that. I was surprised that they all knew about Tanya and me." "Those girls are sharp as tacks. Nothing gets by them. That's whythey all do so well selling. They pick up on the little things. Itdoes surprise me how they are treating you. I think they aretreating you something like a hero for doing what I demanded." "It was explained to me that I always treated them.