He was right. What was wrong with me? Why was I just wanting him to put it in my already. I could never ask for that. Not from my uncle. He moved up t...o my face looking me directly in the eyes. He's going to put it in I thought...instead he started using his fingers...gently making circles around my clit. With his other hand he started to pinch my nipples...when he did that his eyes moved to them...and then his lips. He sucked on my hard nipples. Flicking them with his tongue. I wanted his dick. My good old Golf kept on chugging along. It handles pretty well in slippery conditions. Dad chose well when he picked this car for me.I pulled into the small parking lot near Hartranft Hall when I got to campus. I needed three trips to carry everything upstairs to my room. I knew from the full closet that Damian was back already. He wasn't around – I assumed he was over at the Lasch Building hanging with our friends. I took my car back to the East Parking Deck.Damian was sitting at his desk. Then, I started to press the thighs a little bit hard. Pull down the skin and pinch it. She started to give fast moans aaaa.Hhhhmmmmm.Aaaaaa.She bites her fingers. I then increased my fore on her thighs, making her subside to my will. I started rubbing my salvia on her feet, I then started like up her leg while my teeth pinched her skin on left thigh, her breathing increased and while pinched and caressed over her right leg. Pinching it thighs, pulling the skin harder. Slapping it. She was. There must been some indication of what was happening to me because as soon as things started whirling around, I could feel Bev taking my hand. I squeezed back, unable to say anything coherent as I sat at the table with my mind going a mile a minute.The first thoughts were how I'd fucked up. I'd failed Dad in not curing him, I'd neglected to think of all the possibilities before I put my plan for healing him together. I was always thinking from all the angles before I made a wish and I didn't.