I told her, "It's hot enough without you pressing, you know." She smiled and said, "Well silly, if you’re too hot, take off your shorts," and she s...arted pulling on them. I lifted my butt off the couch, slid off my shorts and my cock sprang out. Ginger immediately grabbed it. She was rubbing it and I didn’t stop her. Slowly, she lowered her head down and started kissing the head of my cock. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, and just enjoyed the feeling for a while.After a few minutes,. I scratched my knee and lifted it slightly up. Oh, God! That made my pussy open for them. I saw them getting excited and looking at my exposed cunt. I wanted to show them more! So I winked at them and got up and walked to the toilet. I wanted them to follow me and I looked behind. Both of them were coming behind me and I lost a beat! The toilet area was deserted and best suited to fulfill my fetish. I opened the toilet door and went inside. I did not close the bolt but kept the door slightly. My first encounter with uncle Ashok was when my auto rickshawala didn’t turn up and a stranger asked my class teacher my name and claimed that he came to pick me up. He was heavily built, around 5′ 9” height, a bit of pot belly and dark skinned. He looked handsome, a chiseled face and sharp features and thick mustache. He had worn a red shirt with few buttons open and denim jeans.“I am your father’s friend, Ashok uncle”, saying so he gave me his finder to catch. I was looking at him, astonished. Not that the latter mattered much since he knew her body and she knew she was immediately in a state of arousal. Fuck, it was like he was Pavlov and she was the bitch panting whenever she heard his voice or felt his presence. Shit, he could be outside tending to his rose bushes, and she inside the house and if he even called her name to ask her to bring him a beer, she’d be wet. It always amazed her, the power and domination he had over her physical and mental being. She tried to lift her head.