Lorraine was as close to a kid as I was going to have. I'd known her since her conception and had been her 'Uncle John' her whole life. It was kind of...nice that she - and Drew - were both acting like I was supposed to be in the family pictures and not in the background with the other guests."Uncle John!" Lorraine found me enjoying a quiet moment in the kitchen. "This is the third time I've found you hiding in here! I need you on the patio." Now what?" I let her drag me out - resistance was. I moved my hand off her bottom and up her side. Kissing her deeply, erection straining under the sheet, I cupped her delicate breast over her cotton camisole and shuddered. It was my first intimate touch of Amelia, my first touch of a fourteen-year-old girl transforming through adolescence, and it was an incredible experience; her breast so petite, firm, so intensely feminine. My hand was far too large, her breast far too small, yet I couldn’t remember being so excited. It was illicit and. If we wanted to go to the river we had to cram into the bus. Since there were 12 of us and we were the last to arrive at the station we were crammed into two different buses. Making it worse was the hours we would have to spend, the time it took to get there standing up and squeezed into this small transport. At least the windows where open. I didn't really pay attention to who got on in which bus until they started moving. I looked around and saw my cousin and his girlfriend in front of him.. Once i wore a short skirt and a shirt to work with no underwear, my shirt was half open… And my cleavage was inviting…. I sat on my desk and i caught a colleague looking at me and admiring my beauty… I noticed he was also looking under the table admiring my legs…. I opened my leg and lifted my skirt higher and started to rub my pussy…. I was so horny…. He was staring at my hands working my pussy…i entered two fingers in and fingered my pussy…. I took them out and licked them and gave him a.