I finally woke up fully, turning off the alarm and ready to get up, but feeling really amorous.I pulled my panties aside and slid two fingers straight... for my warm, wet hole, thinking back to the dream a bit. As I imagined the faceless stranger pushing his hard cock against my ass, I begin sliding my wet fingers up and down my slit working my way to an amazing morning orgasm. Rolling over onto my back to spread my leg wide open, I found a more accessible position to rub my pussy. Firmly, but. "Send a signal on this frequency, tight-beam to these coordinates. I've got a gravpad parked over at a farm about a klick away. It will home in on the signal." Tarra removed a slip of paper from her cap and handed it to James."Signal sent. Awaiting gravpad arrival," the computer confirmed."That was quick. The computer didn't wait for you to give it the information." Tarra looked confused."Didn't need to. The Didgeridoo is run by one of the best AI's out there. It's more of a partner for me than. ’ ‘Not by physical force.’ I had the feeling he didn’t like being whipped by a girl. If it had been just a question of strength, I wouldn’t have stood a chance. ‘Stop stalling. Get on with it, Mr. Ticklish,’ I said. ‘Harri was an artistic soul from the time she was a little girl. She painted, did charcoal drawings, worked with clay, leaves, chocolate, anything that was available she tried. ‘So she was an art major at college. Sam was kind of a hunk. Not a body-builder hunk, but trim, good. I was going to ask you out, formally, to pick up where we left off.” “Are you even hearing what you are saying?” I ask in disbelief. “You are my uncle!” “Labels don’t mean anything.” He tries to explain. “I think we should get back.” I state before turning my back to him, to return back to the main dining room. Uncle Maxwell forces me against the wall. His hands over mine he presses his body against my backside. “I love you in this position.” He whispers in my ear. The heat of his breath near.