One of my hottest memories is when my uncle visited, and I was making lemonade. The real motive he had behind getting me all alone was that he wanted to taste my young bald pussy. Uncle Jack asked if he could have a glass. I, of course, poured him some, and he began asking me if I wanted to have mine spiked with some liquor. At this point, I hadn’t had much experience with alcohol.
Kindly, I said no, but then he insisted so much I said heck, why not? Plus, I didn’t want to be the only girl in college that didn’t have a drink before. My uncle had other motives, and looking back, he took advantage of me because I could feel he spiked it with something much more substantial than vodka.
Uncle Jack had his hands all over me and began to tell me he wanted to eat me out so bad. One thing led to another, and I spread my legs, begging for his juicy cock to penetrate me.