I don't know if she caught me staring down her blouse or not, but she looked up suddenly, smiled, and said, "Uncle Dave! How are you?"Uh, great!” I ...eplied, realizing suddenly that I should probably recognize this girl. "How are you doing?" I asked. "Excellent!" she said, "Where's Louise?" She's in Germany, finishing up her PhD." I said. (Shit! Who was this angel? I tried to estimate the age of this cute young thing. 18? 20? Her face had just a hint of adolescence, but her body had all the firm. I love to watch the sweat drip down her and would go home after the gym on many occasion and jerk off thinking about her in her gym attire.One day I said screw it, gave her my number and we started texting. the texting over time, as you can imagine turned to sexting. She had a boyfriend so was somewhat reluctant to take things further even though we both knew we both wanted to. One night I texted her saying (knowing she hadn't seen her bf in a week and from our texts and was in need of a. She was thirty-six, though she'd told him she was only twenty-eight. She needed to get him dependant on her. If he was in a hospital somewhere, she needed to find out, so she could go and feel sorry for him. She'd get the key to his apartment, to get his mail for him or something, and have a copy made. She'd visit him every day, and take him home to finish recuperating from whatever was wrong with him. He'd see that he needed her.She picked up the phone book. It took some effort, because it. But the fingers did not go beyond the 2nd knuckle. That was deep enough to tease and caress her G-spot but not deep enough to completely fill and stretch her vagina, let alone hit her cervix.Stimulated by Jim's intensive teasing she barely heard movement behind her. Jim must have sensed her distraction because he reached behind her legs holding her fast against the bed and his face.As Lynn became aware of a mixed scent of musk and lemon another pair of hands began to massage her palms,.