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He held my head in his hands and whispered, “You are so beautiful.” When I was younger my sister and I loved to spend time with my uncle. He lived out of town and would come to visit a few times a year. He had no children of his own so he always spoiled us, bringing gifts, buying treats and taking us fun places. He started touching me when I was a young. At first it was just “accidental” touching while we played at the beach or wrestled in the living room. A grope of the behind here, a slight touch perky of the chest there. The first time I amateur was really sure that he meant to touch me was during a car ride home from a family wedding. There wasn’t enough room in the car, I was 14 and they told my sister and I that we had to sit on peoples laps on the way home. My sister homemade sat in the front with my mom, and I sat on my uncles lap in the back. We shared the back with decorations from my cousins wedding, but no other people. It was very late at night probably midnight or later, my younger sister was fast asleep as soon as the car started rolling. My dad turned on some old country music and sang along with the songs he knew, but the car was otherwise quiet. We had been on the road for less than five minutes when my uncles hand began rubbing my thigh, I did nothing at first, I was frozen with his handjob hand just above my knee. Then it moved between my legs and closed my thighs together tightly trying to prevent his hand from moving up toward my crotch under my short frilly pink skirt. He was strong through and he forced his hand up further, now his index finger was massage touching my panties under my skirt. MY legs were still squeezing together but I felt as though I had failed. He began to wiggle his fingers against me and I felt a little tingle of excitement between my legs. I had already masturbated by this point in my life and I knew what he was doing. I opened my legs for him; inviting further exploration. He immediately put his fingers inside my panties and began rubbing me. I laid back against his chest and squirmed as he played with me. It felt even better then when I touched myself. He was breathing into my face as he touched me, his breath smelled of beer. So strong that handjob she managed to hide her powers from me; I couldn’t sense her at all.” Now my amateur tits were mashed perky up and spilling out the top and sides of massage my top. The question was hammering in my mind. Ahhhh!" “Just do it, Sis. He walked with a hobble and was slightly hunched over. I grabbed her, pulled her to me, cupped her firm breast and growled,"I hope the reward is more of you!" I dropped my mouth to her nipple homemade and nursed as her other hand held my head tight to her breast. My boys were all so interested. As planned all of her followers with the exception of the High Priestess were sentenced to lifetimes serving as menial laborers and low-end prostitutes. It hurts!