.. to lust. She represented hope ... that he might be able to live another way than he had felt restricted to.And the woman, who was lush, and soft, a...d deep, like a pool of pure water, was the flame that drew the moth in him. Mindy was the epitome of the concept of potential, where anything could happen. She acknowledged his maleness ... his desire ... and she did not castigate him for it. She was not offended by his reaction to her. She had let him come into her home, and even when he had. He gently pushed his fingers into my pussy and ass telling me he needed to clean me well. I never cared and it didnt hurt or anything so I never said a word. Sometimes I would sit on his lap after my bath with just a towel loosely draped around me. Uncle Jim would always run his hands over my thighs and gently brush my pussy lips. He would tell me how wonderful I felt. And it felt good to have him carress me in such a way. I used to press my pussy hard against his leg because it felt so good. I. We decided that as it was a nice day that we would go to a local woods that was usually only frequented by dog walkers. Once there we got out of our cars and walked down the path into the woods and a little way in we left the path and went deeper into the woods until we were completely out of sight of the path. We found a little clearing and stopped. I looked at her and she told me to strip as she wanted to see what I was wearing. I pulled off my t-shirt and slipped off my shoes and then pulled. "So what's your hurry?" I asked her as I glanced at her insurance card, verifying it was valid."I'm just ... well ... I can't really say!" she said, her tone exasperated."You mean you just felt like running nearly a hundred down the road here?" I asked."NO!!! It's an emergency..." She trailed off, and I could see the gears grinding in her head. "Look, I CAN'T tell you why, but believe me I have to get to Hardin as soon as possible," she said, glancing at her watch. She glanced down at her cell.