Really good. It's not fucking. Just fingering."Okay, I had heard of fingering. That was different. Damn, it must be okay because it felt so freaking g...od! O, Jeez, I couldn't believe how good it felt.I had played with myself, of course. I made myself feel good, but as soon as it started feeling really good I stopped. Something inside me wanted to stop before I lost control. It seems now that it had taken terrific self-control. Maybe it was the life of ballet that gave me my control. So this was. After most of it was gone, Bill leaned back, still fully dressed. “Lie back on the couch.” I turned and lay down, my head on one of the cushions, wondering what delight was next.Bill opened his jeans, just the zipper, and let his own cock practically spring through the denim folds and brass-colored zipper. It was hard and throbbing like mine had been moments ago. Straddling me on the couch, one knee on the cushions and his other booted foot on the floor, he perched with his crotch on my bare. Her pungent pussy smell was strong. "Excuse me, Uncle Stan?" My niece cried out."What are you doing?"I looked up and standing in the doorway was my niece, her medium length blonde hair resting on her shoulders. She was wearing a tiger print top blouse and a short black skirt. She was 5 foot 5 but her 4 inch heels made her taller than me."Oh my God, Erika, I am sory I didnt mean to,I mean I couldnt help myself." i stuttered."So, Uncle Stan do you think about me when you do that? Do I turn you. If we were in the car, she'd ask me to find somewhere to park and then fuck her, if we were out together she'd find a deserted alleyway and drag me up it to fuck her, we fucked behind some bushes in the park, sometimes if we had friends round she pull me out into the garden and make me fuck her, or if we were out somewhere she'd tell me to take her home and fuck her. Even if we were out together in public she'd whisper that she wanted me to feel her; she'd turn towards me, and I'd.