"Do you want to come to this party at the Alpha frat house? Bobby the wide receiver from the team asked me to come!" says Aubrey with a smile as white...as snow."You know I don't like parties. Drunk people give me bad vibes but I love you when you're sober!" jokes Samantha.It is almost eight at night when Samantha finally finishes her project. She still have a slight problem with her blouse being slightly exposed. She cautiously walk out of the building. The young woman double checks the outside. Over the past weeks she spent more time working for her uncle than the garage. She wondered why her uncle, Thomas O’Neil, wanted her this night. What was so important it wouldn’t wait until morning? As the car pulled onto the private drive, she also wondered why at the cabin and not in town.The gravel crunched under the wheels of the car as it pulled up to the large cabin. On the massive porch stood her uncle, the portly man smoked a cigar while holding an eight ounce drinking glass filled with. Slowly I caught her body under her arms my fingers felt the softness of her side breasts. She was unknowingly lifted her arm to allow my hand freely without any obstacle.I slowly moved my left hand towards her breast and started rubbing over the shirt. In between I pressed gently. We were still talking and she was responding naturally. In the meanwhile my mischievous fingers started releasing the buttons of her shirt. Now her breast expanded more and I slowly removed the shirt and put on the. I unhooked her bra and they just spilled right into my hands. The nipples were pale pink and hard as tiny pebbles. I pinched them gently between my thumb and forefingers and caused her to exhale a little sigh. We shifted positions and I continued to undress her, slipping down her panties and looked at that lovely triangulation of hair between her legs. When she lifted her hips slightly I could now see her pussy. It was the first female vagina I'd seen other than my own. It was beautiful, a pale.