Michael’s hands, in turn, went to Emily’s shoulders. As they did so, he looked questioningly at Emily, who replied with a smile. He worked his way... down from her shoulders to her breasts and back up. He slipped his hands under her dress straps and slid her dress down enough to expose her bare breasts, which he gazed at appreciatively before cupping them both and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Slowly, Emily pulled her hands down over Michael’s hard, throbbing erection, caressing it through. "I don't know what that was, but it felt REALLY good." she panted.From then on, bath time included Uncle Bob almost every time, and she insisted that he wash her pussy REALLY REALLY good, inside and out. She got good at having orgasms, and Bob got good at giving them to her.It was shortly before her fifteenth birthday when, after a particularly nice cum, she was lying back in the tub while her uncle gazed fondly at her naked body. She looked at him and said "Uncle Bob, you always wash me during. They went to Lonnie’s and he came out to greet them: ‘Well, look at you two, nice wheels, Carol!’ ‘Newly acquired,’ she quipped with him, as they hugged. ‘Your car is in the er,’ he said. ‘Doesn’t look good.’ ‘We’re fine here now, Dooby,’ Matt said. ‘Looks like I guess you are,’ Lonnie said. ‘Where to?’ Carol asked next, as they were leaving Lonnie’s. ‘How much time do you need to get ready?’ he asked. ‘Eeeep!’ she squealed, ‘I forgot.’ ‘Forgot our big night out?’ he said, with a mock hurt. I was in love with her actually. We were then interrupted by her loud ringing mobile. We were staring at each other, in the eyes for too long it seems. We laughed and she tried to hug me.I never wanted her to feel bad. So I hugged her tightly and she came to know about my intentions. I kissed her a little bit as her lips were not good looking. But love made me kiss her. Then I told her that I feel bad that boys call you chapti (flat-chested).She opened her Punjabi dress and she was showing her.