Our college was from 8am to 1 pm [shift basis]. She used to come home from College, have her lunch, sleep in afternoon and then have a bath before my ...tuition started. Sometimes she even took a bath while the tuition was on. She used to give me some problems to write and used to tell me that I should complete those problems before she comes out of the bath. She was staying near my bedroom. In our big house I was staying with my mother and my elder brother was employed in Dubai as Electronics. "Yes. She's your uncle Jane." Trysta's jaw sagged with shock. She knew she was going to meet her mother's weirdo transvestite brother but she had expected to meet a man in drag. Surely this delightful eye candy could never be her uncle! Trysta's jaw worked spasmodically for a few shocked moments before she found her voice. "You mean, - you mean you're really Uncle James; my Mother's brother!" "The very same," smiled Jane as she cautiously extended an open hand. Trysta remained. "Oh Jesus," I moaned aloud as I heard the front door slammed shut, the fingers of my left hand snaking down between my already damp thighs. I watched myself in the wall mirror facing the bed, and could see my engorged nether lips, my erect clit, my fingers as they slowly spread my slit and penetrated my throbbing pussy.It almost hurt as I arched upwards to meet my probing finger, yet even this inadequate replacement for Daddy's big prick still brought me to a shuddering orgasm in minutes, my. Like grade schoolers, the professor made them scoot their desks into a large circle to "facilitate communication" as the pretentious instructor put it. Just glancing around the room Allison knew she was in for it. Of course there was the geeky set with glasses, but the scariest ones were the preppy guys in branded polo shirts and chinos. Not jeans like everyone else on campus wore. Heavens no. Almost equally terrifying was the trio of nicely dressed women who stuck their noses up in the air and.