“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. "I'm cooking what you deserve Samantha. Nothing!"That produced laughs all around, especially from Sam."I'll go and fetch a Chinese, shall I?"Everyone agreed and armed with suggestions I set out to walk the few hundred yards to the local takeaway. I left them with the spurious suggestion that they don't talk about me whilst I was gone.I was feeling better than I had for a while, so it was a genuine smile I wore when I returned home. The table was set and a bottle of wine opened; chosen I knew by. This mass requires three women. One woman will represent purity and goodness. Rhonda, because you are a virgin, you will be that woman."The second woman will represent redemption. She will be a sinner with a repentant heart. The purity will perform acts of pleasure on the repentant sinner, and bring her into the light of the group. Shawn, you will be the repentant sinner. I do not think we could have cast these two parts better. You are both so beautiful."I pray that the third woman is a. . ah... do it with you, but somehow kissing wasn't something I wanted. So I was kind of nervous about that. I never expected you to say you would just touch me. It's so clinical. Makes sex seem more impersonal. The passion can be there, but not the emotional attachment. All sort of reduced to the lowest common denominator. Or as you guys call it sport f'ing. " Allison?" Yes." What are you talking about?" I don't know. We're both talking too much. Putting off decisions I guess." I promise I.