Her world revolved around me, her dance school and daily chores. But she would allow me full access to uncle’s house. She had no objection if I spen... several hours or even slept at their house, she trusted them so completely.Uncle was working in shifts, this week he would be home at 1 PM. Aunty is working in school as a teacher, she and their son, Madhu, will come in the evening. I could not concentrate or stay in school. My mind kept on urging me to go to Uncle. I took permission from class. “I’m pretty boring, really. First of all, my name isn’t actually Jaycee. Those are just my first and middle initials – J. C. My last name is Fontenot. Let’s see ... I will turn twenty-five next month on the fifteenth...”Again with the eyebrow.“What? How old did you think I was?”At first, all Andy did was shrug his shoulders. When it became evident that Jaycee wanted an answer, he eventually conceded. “Well, actually, much younger than that,” was all that he would admit to,. I opened the door and said ‘Hi’…She looked me up and down, blinked a few times and said “Bob…er…?” I replied “Yeah hon, what’s up?” She stammered a little, looking me over again then said “Do you maybe have…a bottle of red wine…or… Shit, you look pretty good!”She was average looking but sort of cute, a few years older than me.I thanked her and walked away – putting a little wiggle in it – and said “C’mon sure, I have a bottle somewhere.” I heard her chuckle “Daym, you have a nice wiggle there. I was growing hard as she gently writhed and pressured herself against my crotch. She took a step back and guided my hand up the inside of her skirt, the back of my hand brushed against her smooth inner thigh and she gave a light gasp, she continued to guide my hand upwards until with a gasp I felt her naked wet pussy against my hand. We continued to kiss as I guided my hand over her warm and now soaking pussy, she groaned and writhe against me. At the same time she slowy slipped her hand down.