Mene choti si dress pehni hui thi red color ki drink karke ghar me enter kara kareeban 12 baje. Dekha uncle mere papa ke sath baith kar sharab pi rahe...the. Papa ne mujhe uncle se introduce karwaya aur uncle mujhe upar se neeche tak dekh rahe the. Uncle ne ache se baat kari aur mujhe apne ghar invite kara kyuki mere age ki unki ek beti hai. Next week jab unka phone aya papa ko ki tune apni beti ko bheja nai. To papa ne mujhe ramesh uncle ke ghar jane ko bola. Next morning mein shorts aur top. Otherwise it will fester inside me.” She reached up and brushed the fingers of one hand through his long wavy locks of blonde hair. “When you fuck me baby...” He looked at her through wide blue eyes. “I don’t want you to fuck me like I’m made of china. You’re so respectful and sweet, and that’s lovely. But it doesn’t get me off. I want to be fucked like a nasty dirty whore. I like to be dominated.” “I already know you’re a nice boy, and you won’t hurt me, so we can play a bit kinky now. I. “Wow,” she said, pulling a chair close to mine. The way she said it could have meant anything. I let it go. I called up her chamber story on my screen and began to read it. The only thing more boring than a civic group meeting is a story about a civic group meeting. I commenced slicing and dicing with my cerebral scalpel. Despite the air-conditioning, I could feel the heat of her warming me. “Why did you cut that?” she said as I defined and deleted a sentence. “You didn’t need it,” I said.. I handed her my glass and she quickly came back with a glass full for her and a refill on mine. Slipping into the tub I looked in awe at her naked beauty, those wonderful breasts just begging to be kissed and her hot ass that seemed to call for my hands. We sat right beside each other as we sipped on our drinks and smoked a cigarette relaxing. Just being near her my cock was already stiff with my arousal, testing the water I slipped my hand between her legs running my finger over her clit.