He pulled out and quickly put me on my knees as he pushed it in again from behind. He held my long brown hair in his fist as he plowed me doggy style,...sending my boobs bouncing in opposite directions. They kept colliding together from his powerful thrusts. A few times I screamed as he hit me too deep, but then he eased up and stopped going so far. I reached between my legs to try and cup his balls, but I couldn't reach them so instead I rubbed my clit as he drilled me. "Cum again, princess. Cum. I noticed Uncle Jeff looking at my crouch several times, and this did even more to harden my dick. A couple of times I caused it to flick up in my tight pants. Uncle Jeff, seem to have the same problem, because he reached down and rubbed his own crouch. Mom, continued to sleep on, in her bedroom, since she had to go to work that night. Evening came, and dinnertime drew near. Uncle Jeff went into the kitchen and checked the frig for something to fix for supper. We ended up having an omelet. He. She was working on getting his jeans unfastened when he suddenly set her down on the ground and put his hands inside the back of her jeans. In one swift movement he had her jeans and thong pushed down around her ankles, and his hand moved up her leg until he was cupping her mound. She was so wet and turned on that just the feel of him touching her had her cumming in his hand. “Ohhhhhh god, oh god, ahhhhhh.” She moaned so loudly she was sure everyone in the area heard her. She also didn’t. Instead of "hating" these feminine "chores", as most young boys would, I came to enjoy and look forward to them. As I matured into my teenage years, I realized how much I enjoyed their rituals of acceptance and sought ways to increase the number of instances that I was hugged, squeezed, flirted with and kissed.As my sophistication concerning feminine apparel grew, it became common knowledge to the membership. They began asking for my opinion or suggestions about the way they looked, how their.