I moaned ‘More” when his finger slipped out and glided up my slit. “More… xxx His breathing short and faster. I held him close and begged him not to be upset. When we were sitting around a campfire at my grandparents camper, There was Mom and my grandparents and Uncle TIm didn’t care. I remember when He first called me his princess. To my disappointment must have shown on my face when he moved his hand to put it back onto the steering wheel. Then his fingers softly explored my pussy as he kissed the top of my head. I think of that moment often. And he did. … He always could read my mind. I was excited and nervous at the same time.
