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“Sherry, you are a beautiful and shapely girl…what else does he do to you? You can tell me. It’s between you and me.” I grew quiet. Should I tell all or keep my secrets. Secrets were hard to keep, especially with those beers, driving home with my uncle, my dress blowing up over my knees and cooling my body where it was hot…”He tried to put his hand up my dress,” I blurted out. “Did you let him?” “No,” I said but I was lying now. I had let that hand wander over my body and over my panties before I came to my senses and pushed it away. “Sherry?” asked uncle. “You can tell me. It will be our secret. Girls like to be felt under their dresses.” I was ashamed now and put my head down. I had said too much but it felt good to tell someone…I was starting to breathe more and I felt a coolness between my legs whenever the wind blew up my dress. Uncle drove the car to a secluded area and parked. “yes he did,” I exclaimed, “and he felt inside my panties, too. You know, with indian his fingers.” I couldn’t believe I had said that. My uncle looked at me then with a big smile. “I’ll bet it felt really good then,” he said. I nodded my head and rested back on the seat…my dress now above my knees. I let it stay there. I was feeling cool and knew I was wet from the talk and remembering his fingers. “Do you know the facts of life, honey?” he asked. I was scared now but in a good way. It was my uncle, after all, and I liked him very much…especially when he tickled me and now, when he brought me beer to relax. I sat there wondering what would happen next and uncle said: “I brought two more bottles of beer for us. We can sit here in the car and talk about things…any and all things…and the facts of life.” I began to drink the beer and felt a little dizzy from the beer and conversation. I wanted to hear what uncle was about to say and leaned into him. He put his arm around me. “Scoot over here,” he said, and I did. I scooted close and could feel his warmth. His hand was on my knee and under my dress. “Is this how your boyfriend puts his hand up here like this?” he asked as his hand went up my leg to my panties. “Yes,” I said, enjoying the feeling of a grown man’s hand. “Does he do this to you?” uncle asked as I felt his fingers inside my panties and moving on my body there. “Yes,” she said. “Does it feel good?” uncle asked. I sighed and leaned my head into his body hoping his hand wouldn’t stop. I had nothing to say now as I was enjoying the feelings. His fingers were making me tingle and my legs sprang open. “You’re a wet little girl,” uncle said. I nodded my head. “I’m going to bring you off now,” uncle said as his fingers probed and rubbed on my slippery lips. And I expect that I will love you if Bill loves you.” "You've told me so far that Walter has made sexual advances indian on you. As I dried myself and put on my virtually non-existent bikini, I watched the 2 girls. He grabbed a firm handful of her right tit and squeezed. Today, I was an adult. She finally lifted off only to go back down on him again. How?” "So did I, but when I said that to her she said it was settled between you and her but not between me and her, Christ she can wield that damned hairbrush." “Why don’t we start with the call center. Her knuckles squeezed tight about her makeup case. If you were to ask someone in the street if they thought rich people engaged in this then they would probably shrug and say, “I guess they probably do.” She bet people knew this went on; rich people having lavish and outlandish sex parties. I heard a small laugh and saw his feet as he was now standing next to me. I felt my nightshirt being lifted and then pulled over my back and pushed towards my head. “she looks over her shoulder and shouts, “FUCK ME HARDER!” She is in another world as she stares me right in the eyes and says, “You take every inch of that big dick in your ass!” Reach back and pull your ass apart for him! “Almost. "I see my sausage is ready" she said with a chuckle and invited me in, two glasses of wine on the table along with candles. I was standing almost on tip toe. Do the dishes? It took nearly 30 paintballs for Laura to be able to overcome the urge to protect her fuckballoons, and by that time her tits were an agonized bruised mess, splattered in paint and striped with welts. Daddy released my mouth. We didn’t have to be at the airport until 9 o’clock and we’d got up early. She scrambled towards the van door, crying and sobbing. Boulder Bush Lodge You’re trying to get back at FJ for hurting your feelings, huh?”