“It’s a good thing I know you’re joking, you’d have me worried otherwise.”
“Who says I’m joking,” said her uncle. He caressed her cheek lightly and kissed her hair. Ok XXX “When you say sorry for calling me old.”
“Okay, I’m sorry.”
“And give me a kiss hello.”
She shook her head petulantly, “I told you I didn’t want to.”
“I’m not letting you up until you do,” he said taking advantage of her struggles to move, his hand slightly until he felt the soft warmth of the underside of her breasts against his fingers. “Okay, but not like that.”
“What do you mean?” she said suspiciously. He apologized as if it had been an accident when she pushed his hand away irritably. You’d probably burst with excitement if I held it.”
“I expect I would, eventually.”
Nastia looked puzzled and then she
