As she dances for me, the girl begins to strip off her clothes – writhing and teasing, running her hands over her body, flicking her long hair out a...ound her head. The orange firelight flickers over her skin. Her eyes sparkle like the stars over our heads. A gentle breeze blows through the grass. I can smell the fragrant burning of the firewood, feel the heat against my skin. When every item of clothing has been discarded, the woman stands naked before me, a pretty smile glinting in the. The silk felt wonderfulagainst my soft skin."You really should try it on, Stan. You'd look beautiful in it." I whirled around and looked in the direction that the male voice had come.He was standing on the other side of the bed from me. The man wasextremely handsome; just as I had designed him to be. He had straightblack hair cut short on the sides and back; in the front it was longer andit fell down over his forehead in a mess of spikes that shined in theomnipresent light of the boudoir. He. His hand got close to her pussy and she started feeling tingly inside of her. She didn't know it at the time, but she was getting horny. Her uncle said in a reassuring voice, “Your Uncle Ben's gonna touch you now, and it will make you feel good, okay?” Snow had naively replied, “Okay, Uncle Ben.” With her permission, his hand had gone all the way under her dress and cupped her pussy, which was bare because her mother told her to never wear panties. Her uncle had gasped at her panty-less state. I placed my knee on the end of her nightie and started moving it upward. Probably she was also ready for this.I placed my lips on her neck and she arched her body. I made a little gap between our bodies and moved my hand from her hips to her waist inside nightie and then in front. Her body was pulsating as if going through high waves of something. I lowered my hand down and felt a slightly rough patch of skin. Well, I found the destination. This was a patch of her pubic which she probably.