I occasionally used to have mutual wanking sessions with Uncle George where we would either jerk off in front of each other or wank each other until w...e both came.One day, I went to the shed and found the door locked. I had a key so I let myself in and then heard noises from the back room which Uncle George had turned into a bit of a den. I recognised the other voice as belonging to Uncle Charlie who often got it off with my brother. I moved quietly to the door which was slightly ajar and looked. The oldest being Ida herself. All women were attractive and reeked with wealth. As beautiful as her dress was, it paled in comparison to the others."Sit down, dear," Ida said gently but Gabrielle knew it was more than a command than a request. When she perched in her seat, she realized all sat facing her in a semi-circle. Ida sat in the seat in the center flanked by two ladies on her left and two on her right. She turned and nodded to Yvonne.All five had a small table to their right containing. The victim soon became clear.Chris Powell walked over to his car, took a look and barked, "What the FUCK?" Something wrong, Chris?" Billy Wilson, the fifth year cornerback from Arizona, asked innocently."Peanuts!" Chris growled. "Fucking peanuts!" His wail was met with derisive laughter from most of the veterans. Guys crowded around to see his car. The perpetrators had filled the inside to the roof with packing peanuts."No worries about the interior in your car getting damaged," some wag. I slipped them off from under my skirt and handed them to him.He could feel they were damp from wanting him.He stood up, walked around the table and sat next to me. His hand, so firm and warm as he set it on my thigh. I picked up my glass and quickly drank my wine. His hand softly caressed my leg. His fingers barely grazed my shaven pussy. It had felt as though I was in a dream. I wanted him to fuck me right there. His hand slid slowly across my pussy, his fingers finding my clit. I was.