Sitting and relaxing on British Airways flight 202 at 35,000 feet and on my way back from London England I have my eyes closed and thinking of all tha...t has happened over the last 7 years to get me to this point in time. I had turned 18 a few weeks ago and had been visiting my Uncle Mike every summer, during school break for the last 7 years. I remember the first time I went to visit him I was pretty excited and a real hand full. Uncle Mike was not sure how to handle a young girl and one. ”“So it’s not important at all?”“It is if it’s important to YOU, Tasha. I respect you, and what you believe. You know that, which is why you asked me to make my promise.”“And the Church’s teaching on this?”“Is the source of severe internal conflict. That’s what my mom and I talked about the Summer after I graduated.”“Do you regret it?”“That’s a difficult question, really. Jocelyn’s accident changed everything.”“Because you two would have most likely married, right?”I nodded, “Yes. And then I. ” His hand left her throat to remove the clip that held her hair. Silken fire tumbled down to cover his face and he filled his lungs with her scent as he tucked the clip in his pocket. He filled his hand with her hair as he eased his hold on her torso enough to shift the few feet along the wall to the chairs and lowered them both. He settled her on his lap, her thighs still between his, his ankles crossed over hers so she couldn’t free them to kick or stand. Using his grip in her hair he gently. She inched her hand down to his trim waist and felt the sticky tip of his cock press against the inside of her palm.“That was wonderful,” she whispered, feeling totally relaxed. “I love your cock.”“If you love it so much, why don’t you kiss it?” he asked with a smile.She turned sideways and lowered her face to his stomach, looking at his glistening, cum-smeared prick. She flickered out her tongue, pressing the tip of it against a small drop of sperm that clung against the slit of his.