Then I felt him tugging gently on my shorts, lowering them down. My now freed hard cock throbbed and bobbed up and down. He made me feel pleasure, lus... and desires I had never known before. I was almost to the point of begging him to make me cum, begging him to end my long, on edge orgasm.I would have done anything at that moment. I would have done anything to him or for him, if only he would finish what he had started and make me cum. He had to know what he was doing to me. I was trembling. "Hi, Uncle Jack," she greeted me, and I waved her to a chair and quickly told her the basic facts. Her credit card was void and the only car her family owned was her little red Dodge Dart. She could no longer buy new clothes every month and there would be no more skiing at Vale or trips to the Bahamas.Selling the NY real estate would put perhaps a hundred thousand in the bank but the income would be negligible with the interest rate at almost zero, not enough to support the house or the living. I knew, of course, that I was fully erect, what guy wouldn't be, right? So I just stood there as she looked and looked."Go on, Scott, go over to her so she can feel it, take it in her hands and play with it."I did just that and she put her hand out but hesitated a second or two, then smiled tentatively and wrapped her fingers around it.Now I'm not about to tell you that I've got this foot-long hotdog between my legs, no, just under seven inches is what it measures. But I sure have fun with it. I traveled for a job interview. I was waiting in the lobby. There she walked in, 5’3” I guess. Draped in knee length black skirt, white blouse over her 34ish breast sticking to her bra. Leaving a slim layer of fair fully waxed waist visible.We both had the same folder in our hand. I asked her, “You here for the Sr Digital Marketing profile as well?” A jealous and angry affirmation flew from those eyes. Deep dark eyes, orgasmic. I introduced my self “Nividh from Chennai.” She replied “Veena from.