She took my shirt off and started massaging my breasts through my bra. The room was filled with our moans. It felt so good. She reached behind me and ...nhooked my bra. Her mouth wrapped around one nipple as her fingers rubbed the other one. "Mmmmm. Simone. That feels so good, baby." It had been a while since I felt Simone's touch. I forgot how amazing she made me feel. She alternated between my breasts then began a trail of light kisses from my chest, going down my belly. I moaned as I ran my. I wanted to protest, because I wasn't gay, but it felt so good. My uncle was short, chubby, smooth and tan. He was actually shorter than my aunt, and even when I was several years younger I could take him in basketball or a wrestling match. So I guess I didn't feel threatened physically but just emotionally. Not only was this a guy but my own uncle. Yet somehow my a****l instincts kicked in. I felt good and my mind was set on pleasure. I called him a 'sick fuck' but grabbed the back of his tan. Zee came into the room, and I immediately rose. She was pretty in the dress, but it wasn’t quite what the other girls would be wearing. We spent ten more minutes there talking with the parents until I could extract us. In that time, both parents took pains to show me that they were with it. They were decades out of it. Nothing was said about my driving or Zee’s curfew. She called her parents ‘Robin’ and ‘Marian’; they called her ‘Zenobia.’ I opened the door for Zee and closed it behind her. A frustrated sigh rose from deep in her chest. She didn't want to get angry with the dog. He was a loyal friend, and good company during the long days her husband was on the road.It wasn't his fault she hadn't bathed in two days. It was the weekend, after all, and more and more weekends with out her man around were spent home alone. Why go to a lot of bother if you aren't going to see anyone, Marsha reasoned. So she wore the same panties now that she pulled on while dressing for work on Friday..