..Brett sat on the bed and after some small talk, asked if I liked, "cock." Of course I said no. Brett asked have you tries it?" "Well how do you know... you don't like it if you have never tried it?" I just kind of laughed, not knowing what else to say, but I didn't leave either. I was stuck, he was in my house and I didn't want my big brothers friend to not like me. Brett stood up and said, "here, prove you don't like it. Touch mine and see." Brett unzipped his pants and pulled out his already. By the time The ’80s rolled around, we had pretty much settled in back here in Ohio. I was in my early 20’s and had even taken a part-time waitress/barmaid job on Friday and Saturday nights at one of our local bars. I soon found out I could make more money doing this than working in a factory especially if I used my girlish charm lol, in other words, show a little skin. I quit the factory and worked full time at the bar now. My 40c’s tits were perfect for the job and my ass should have had. "Uncle Jim!" Robin cried as a finger slipped between her labia and found her clitoris. She gasped, trembled, and felt as if her knees would give way and she leaned farther forward to steady herself. Her uncle cooed and stroked her back, pressing her forward even more until her face was close to the mirror and her breath was misting on the glass.Jim looked down to where the asscheeks were parting to reveal her tender, innocent anus to his view and he could see his fingers, curled around from in. Ab mei aapko aur bor nahin karoonga aur apni story sunata hoon. Ek dim mei usy date per c view le gaya nd mei ne moqa dekh ker usky breast ko apni finger se andar dabaya to wo uchal pari aur kehny lagi k ye kia kerrahy ho then mei ne kaha k kiy hua yar sab to kerty hain to wo kehny lagi k mei sab nahin hoon to mei ne nahin kia aur hum wapis aagaye, phir hamari ph per bat wat hoti rahi aur kuch arsy bad mei ne usy kaha k chalo hum mere flat per picnic manaty hain, jahan sirf tum aur mei hongy.