A lot of afternoons I spent at my uncle and aunt's house. They lived near my school and I often had to wait until after dark before one of my parents could take me home. Uncle Robert was an engineer - a intelligent man who, in retrospect, was married to his job. Aunty June was a photographer, and it was her that took care of me in the afternoons. I had always admired her. My father was a working-class man, and my mother was a meek woman who supplemented my father's income by working as a sales-assistant at a supermarket. So, my aunt was a strong role model for me. I admired her creativity and the relative success she had had in her career. This is the first chapter in the story of how, over a period of weeks, I became my aunty's sexual plaything.

In early Autumn I began training for the school's cross-country running team. I enjoyed exercise, and liked to keep fit. Training for the cross-country, however, really wore me out.

I arrived exhausted to my Aunt's house one afternoon and, after a quick hello, went straight into the shower. When I was drying myself she knocked on the door and offered to give me a massage. She suggested that I come out while my muscles were still warm from the shower, and that I should just wrap a towel around myself.  She had always been kind and warm towards me, but I still had a sort of formal, respectful relationship with her, common to most girls and their Aunts, and she had never gone out of her way like this for me before. Even so, I though it sounded like a good idea. I did exactly what she said but, out of modesty, couldn't help but slip on a pair of clean undies under the towel.

 "Lay down on the bed here. Put your hands by your side, and part you legs a little so I can get stuck into both of them. Just try to relax," she told me. She had a bottle of moisturizer and began to squeeze some into her palm. I was perfectly relaxed as she began to kneed the sole of my left foot.

"Do you like this, Emily?"

"Yes, that foot was really sore today."

"Good. Tell me if I am going to hard, or if it starts to hurt, okay?"

She worked her way up to my calves, using her thumbs to separate the muscles. Occasionally I groaned when she hit a bit of muscle that seemed to have grown into a tight, painful ball. She began kneeding the back of my left knee, stopping for a moment to replenish her moisturiser. Next, she switched to my right foot and worked her way up to my right knee.

"Still nice? Let me know if you want anything done differently."

"No Aunty June, its nice. Thank-you."

She inched the towel up around my bottom and began sliding her thumbs and palms firmly up the centre of the back of my right thigh. I actually felt a little bit embarrassed that I had put on my underpants, against her instructions, feeling foolish for being so modest. But her massage felt wonderful, as though she was halving the tension like the red sea. She used long sweeping strokes that only stopped when the tips of the finger of her left hand grazed against my bottom. After a few firm strokes she changed to the left side and did the same thing.

"Is that feeling better, Emily?" she enquired.

"That feels great. Thank-you so much."

"I'll just finish off with a bit more of a nice relaxing massage. Would you like that?"

She began back at my ankles, and with light touches of her finger tips traced her way up to my thighs and back again with long sweeping strokes.

"Do you prefer that, or this?" she asked, and turned her hands around as they passed my knees to lightly draw her fingernails across my skin. A shudder ran up from my thigh, through my spine, to the back of my neck, raising goosebumps on my arms. In a way it tickled, but felt incredible. "I think you like that one", she said smilingly.

"Mmmm, thats nice," I hesitated, wanting to sound as though I was really giving it proper consideration. "I like them both!"

She switched back to her finger tips and traced small circles up my left thigh. It still tickled, and my skin began to crackle with electric sensations at each point where her light touch made contact. My attention was intensely focused on her fingers as they moved up either side of my thigh until her thumbs rested lightly on the cotton of my panties. Her hands pivoted off her thumbs, allowing her fingers to trace delicate circles on the sides of my upper thigh.

"Feeling relaxed?" she asked in a dreamy voice. I just let out a long sigh.

My entire consciousness was focussed on the skin of my upper thigh, so I instantly noticed when the upmost finger angled upwards no more than a few millimeters and grazed the cotton on the crotch of my panties. Then the finger itself moved, and I jumped slightly as it landed on the edge of my panties, on the soft skin at top of my thighs. It remained there, slowly tracing light circles up and down against the elastic, against that sensitive skin so close to my vagina. The most incredible feeling swept through me: a jot of electricity followed by a strong, flowing warmth. But at the same time my mind snapped to attention and all the muscles of my body tensed up. My breathing began to come and go in short gasps.

"Just relax, darling", said Aunty June, "enjoy the massage."

My mind was suddenly racing. "What's happening? Is she supposed to do that?"

A corner of my mind told me that something was wrong, but I quickly told myself not to be foolish. "This is Aunty June. She wouldn't do anything wrong to me. You are over-reacting to a perfectly innocent situation." Slowly my body relaxed again, and I decided to allow myself to continue enjoying the massage. And enjoy it I did. The slight pressure of her one fingertip, stroking the soft flesh against my panties, became the sole focus of my attention. 

"Do you like that, Emily?"

"Mmmm," was all I managed. Communicating with her verbally made me feel a little uncomfortable again.

Her hands switched around, so the fingertips of her left hand rested on the left cheek of my bottom and the fingertips of her right hand on my right cheek. Her thumbs came down to the inside up my upper thigh, resting lightly against the edge of my panties. Again I shuddered with a warm bolt of pleasure. She began to draw them up and down in synchrony, brushing them against my thighs and outer crotch. This time I let an involuntary "ugh" escape from my slightly parted lips, and began to squirm my hips a little. The feeling was amazing - unlike anything I had ever imagined. Her fingertips, too, began to fan out across the pink cotton covering each cheek of my bottom, sending with them little jolts of electric pleasure.

"You have a lovely bottom, Emily. You're lucky. We have good bottoms in our family," Aunty June stated, casually.

"Thank..." I began, but my voice failed me. "Thank-you", I said again.

"Which do you like most? What my fingers are doing, or my thumbs?" she enquired with the same casual tone.

"Um... probably... the fingers." It wasn't true, but for some reason I didn't want to give away just how amazing her thumbs felt as they brushed my delicate skin. 

"Part your legs a little more."

Parting my legs seemed to widen the angle where my thighs met my crotch, and her thumbs worked in even more snugly. 

"Thats better, isn't it? I always enjoy a good massage after I've exercised. Are you enjoying this one?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you."

"What part do you like most, Emily?"

"Um..." I hesitated for a few seconds, "probably when you used your finger nails".

She removed her thumbs from my crotch and, lowering one hand to the back of each knee, stroked her fingernails slowly and lightly up to the creases of my bottom. Again I moaned, "Ugh", and almost arched my back with the sudden jolt of pleasure her fingernails sent up my spine. A warm glow spread up my back again, restoring goosebumps to my arms. Her fingernails continued, up onto the cotton of my pink panties, and traced broad circles on my sensitive bottom. They turned and traced back down my bottom, with the small fingers on either side of my bottom drawing down the valley between my cheeks. Next, her right hand left my bottom and I felt it land softly on my upper right thigh. Her left hand also left my bottom, and for a moment it seemed to have disappeared. The next thing I knew I was being lightly touched by two fingers right in the centre of my crotch, where my thin pink panties covered the mouth of my vagina.

"Augh!" I moaned, and my hips jumped of the mattress. An even more incredible sense of pleasure coursed through me, made more intense by the shock I felt at being touched in such a private place. I had never been touched there before.

Now the fingers began to rub very gently, and every cell of skin on the lips of my vagina seemed to feel them individually. I felt incredible.

Suddenly I was struck by a horrifying thought. I remembered that when I played with my vagina, such pleasant feelings were always accompanied by my vagina becoming very moist. Sometimes the moisture even dripped out of me in globs of slimy fluid. I became terrified that that might be happening to me now! What would my Aunty think of me if she saw me reacting that way to her massage?

"I think you must be enjoying this a lot, Emily. Are you?" my Aunt enquired, just as these guilty thoughts passed through my mind.

"Yes Aunty June."

"How much?"

"Um... a lot?" I answered tentatively, not knowing what kind of response she was looking for.

"Well, I think we'd better finish up there. Would you like it if we had another massage after your next training session?"

"Yes, please."

"Good girl."

In a final gesture, she stroked all the fingers of her left hand up from the bottom of my crotch, where it met the mattress, across my thinly-covered vagina, through the valley of my bottom, and across my left bottom cheek. I turned my head to see if she appeared to be finishing her massage just in time to see her lowering her hand from her face, as though she had been smelling it. She gave me a friendly smile.

"Why don't you go and pop your clothes back on before your mum gets here."

I pulled the towel back down to cover my bottom, and pushed myself off the mattress to get up. Aunty June had walked out of the room, and I went to where my clothes were piled in the bathroom. As soon as I had closed the door I let the towel drop, and hurriedly took off my panties. To my horror, the entire crotch was stained dark pink with moisture. The gooey liquid was so think that globs of it were sitting on the cotton. Placing two fingers in my vagina I felt that it was still very wet, and I pulled my fingers out coated with slimy moisture. How could I have become so aroused by a massage from my Aunty? I felt confused and ashamed, but I also still felt incredibly exhilarated. Even the touch of my own fingers sent shivers through my naked body.

CHAPTER TWO

For the next few days I continued to feel uncomfortable about that afternoon at Aunty June and Uncle Robert's house. My confusion over what happened and, more importantly, how I could have reacted so lewdly to my Aunty's good-intentions seemed to always be on my mind. When I had returned to the house the day afterwards, I felt a little awkward in front of my Aunty and I was probably less talkative that usual. Luckily my Uncle arrived home early for the remainder of the week, which eased the tension.

Early the next week my mother took a call from Aunty June, and told me that she had offered to give me some lessons in photography. I was excited by this, having secretly always wanted to try photography because of my adoration of Aunty June. They arranged for dad to pick me up late the next evening so that she could teach me some of the basics.

When I arrived that afternoon I was concerned to learn that Uncle Robert was not going to home until late that evening, but consoled myself by knowing that Aunty June and I would be out-and-about with our cameras. Still, I had to admit to myself that a part of me wanted to have another massage, and I even felt a thrill of excitement at the thought. I had been thinking about it a lot during the week, and not just in a guilty way.

"Well, Emily, I'm very pleased that you are interested in photography. I have some photos ready to be developed today, so I thought we'd start from the end and work backwards. Have you ever been in a darkroom before?"

"No...". My heart leapt into my mouth. Would I have to be all alone with her in a darkroom until late that night? The thought of it made all my discomfort reappear.

She took me to the back of the house, to a small door next to the former bedroom of their youngest child, who had recently moved out of home to start university. She opened the door to reveal a small room with a number of sinks, a clothes-line running overhead, and a bunch of boxes and bottles stacked neatly against one wall.

"Here it is... this is where all the action takes place," said Aunty June, smiling warmly, "Come in."

After I had entered she switched on a red light and closed the door.

"Its important that nobody disturbs us when the prints are developing, so we'll make sure this door is locked", and with that Aunty June turned a key in the door and placed it in the pocket of her blouse.

Aunty June walked to a bench, where she took some paper out of a black bag and placed it under a machine that looked like a microscope. 

"First we're going to expose the paper to light, but the light is being shone through a negative so that the paper will absorb the image of the photo. The process of developing the print, which we'll do next, is all about using chemicals to bring the image out of the paper", she explained as she worked.

She shone a light through the machine for a few seconds, and then placed the paper in a bowl of liquid.

"Come and have a look Emily".

I walked over to her, and saw that the black and white image of a tree in a park was beginning to appear on the paper. She placed the paper in some more liquid and explained that after developing the image it was important to stop the imaging from developing too much.

"Do you want to try one?" she asked. 

"Sure. It doesn't look too difficult," I smiled.

Going to the machine, she moved the negatives to select a new photo, and then showed me where to switch on the light to expose the paper.

"Now, take the paper to the developing fluid and make sure it is fully and evenly immersed".

I placed the paper in the liquid and held it down with some tongs. Before my eyes an imaged began to appear - a young woman laying back on a couch, staring intently at the camera, wearing nothing but a pair of track-suit pants.

"Oh, thats a great photo," said my Aunty, "What you are developing there is a shot of one of the models I work with."

I felt embarrassed looking at a naked woman with my Aunty, but assured myself that this was the kind of thing a photographer would do on a daily basis.

Aunty June came up behind me, leaning over me so that our shoulders were touching.

"She is a very beautiful woman, don't you think."

"Yes," was all I said, merely for the sake of replying.

"Put it in the next solution now so that we don't ruin such a nice shot," she instructed. "This woman has such beautiful breasts. They are very full, and shapely."

I didn't know what to say.

"What do you call breasts, Emily?"

I hesitated, again unsure what to say. "Um... I just call them breasts, I guess".

"Yes, but there are a lot of names for them," said Aunty June, as though she were giving me a lesson. "I usually call them tits. Have you heard them called that?"

I had. "No, not really".

"Trying saying it... say 'I think she has nice tits', just to see how it sounds".

"I think she has nice tits," I repeated.

"What do you like about them?"

"Um.... they're nice and round... They look nice."

"Yes, they are very beautiful. And her nipples are very shapely. I remember they were dark brown, and you can see that they rise up to a nice pointy tip just at the base of her tits."

I looked at her nipples and noticed hat Aunty June was correct - they did have a nice shape.

"I always wished I had nicer tits, but now that I'm a bit older I think they are just fine. Your mother and I have very similar tits. Here.. have a look".

Aunty June stepped back from me, pulled her blouse out of her knee-length skirt, and began to undo the buttons. I felt uncomfortable, but continued to watch her out of politeness. Underneath her blouse she had no bra, and her breasts appeared as she shrugged off each shoulder of her blouse. They were not large, but they had weight to them, and retained a circular shape about the size of a mango. Her nipples puffed up from the rest of her breasts, like mine appeared to be doing, and the tip of the nipple sat somewhat flatly, like a button, at the centre of that puffy pink area.

"Lets compare yours to mine," said Aunty June.

"But I don't want to get cold," I protested feebly.

"Don't worry about that... it gets quite warm in here with the door closed".

Aunty June reached forward, took the hem of my school sport t-shirt in both hands, and raised it over me head. I had a sports bra on, though I really didn't need a bra yet. Aunty June also pulled that over my head. I warm surge or embarrassment swept over my chest and face. Aunty June was smiling warmly, staring at my young breasts. The still cool air hit my nipples and I felt them tighten. Small goose-bumps appeared on the raised pink nipples. I noticed that the cool air must have effected Aunty June as well - her previously flat nipples now stood about 5 millimeters out from the surrounding pink area.

"Oh... those are some lovely young tits you have there, Emily."

"Thankyou," I replied politely.

Aunty June reached out and touched the base of my left breast, just where it had begin to protrude in a curve of flesh from my chest.

"Mmmmm, very firm," she said. Gently stroking the bottom of my breast, she moved her hand to the side of my chest and pulled to turn me around. As I turned she came up behind me and pulled me against her. My head rested between her breasts, and I felt them nuzzling my ears on either side of my head. She reached both arms around me and hugged me to her.

"You are a very precious girl Emily, and I've always thought you were wonderful," said Aunty June.

"Thank-you Aunty June".

"Sometimes things can get difficult in life and it always helps to have someone who cares about you. I hope you'll always see me as a person like that", she paused, "and it is always comforting to have someone special who can comfort you and make you feel nice."

"Thankyou," I repeated.

Her arms unlocked from around me and both hands came up my pelvis. Rather than coming to land, they hovered over my breasts so that both of her palms gently grazed over the tips of my nipples.

"Augh!" I gasped. The familiar electric sensation seized me, shooting out of my nipples and down my pelvis to my crotch.

"Do you like me touching your tits, Emily?"

"Yes."

"Tell me then..."

I paused, but realised there was nothing to do but go along with her. 

"I like you touching my tits..."

"Tell me 'I want you to keep touching my tits Aunty June'", she said calmly.

"I want you to keep touching my tits Aunty June"

"Okay then Emily. I can tell you are enjoying it. Its very pleasant, isn't it?"

I felt terribly embarrassed, but I was also in a blissful state. Each small circle of her palms pulled my nipples in little circles and sent a warm glow through my body. 

"Yes.. it is so nice to be able to comfort each other, and make one-another feel nice", she stated. "Do you know what it means when people talk about having a 'wet pussy', Emily?"

I was pretty sure I knew what she meant, but shook my head.

"When a woman feels nice her vagina becomes nice and wet. It means that she is feeling very pleasant. Another name for a woman's vagina is 'pussy'. People might tell you that only a man can make a woman's pussy wet, but that isn't true. A woman can make her own pussy wet, or another woman can make her pussy wet. Does that make sense?"

"Yes..."

"Is your pussy wet now, Emily? I just want to know if I'm helping you to feel nice."

"Um.. I don't know..." I was horrified to think that it probably was.

"You had a wet pussy last week when I gave you a massage..." said said, and paused to let her words sink in. "It was very wet, in fact. I liked that because it meant you were enjoying the massage. Do you remember that you pussy was wet?"

"Yes"

"Good. Its nice to know that you are helping someone to feel good. Tell me that I made your pussy wet last week, Emily. Say 'Aunty June...'"

"Aunty June, last week you made my pussy wet."

"Thats good, Emily. Were you gratetful for what I did?"

"Yes..."

"Well, let me know so that I know to do it for you again. Say 'Aunty June....'"

"Aunty June, thank-you for making my pussy wet during your massage last week."

"You're welcome Emily. Any time. Any time you want me to do that for you, just ask me. Any time you need some comforting just say,'Aunty June, can you please make my pussy wet?', okay?"

"Okay," I replied.

"Lets just see if you are feeling relaxed right now..."

My Aunty's hands left my nipples and her fingertips trailed down my flat abdomen to my skirt. She reached down to my thighs and raised her hands up under my skirt to my hips. All my muscles were tense with nervousness and excitement. She hooked her thumbs under each side of my panties and lowered them over my hips to my thighs. Then one of her hands pushed them lower until they fell to my ankles, catching momentarily at my knees. I glanced down to see a dark stain and visible moisture covering the crotch of my light blue panties. 

"Spread your legs a little, Emily."

I did as I was told.

"Now lean forward for me and lean against the bench."

I also did that. Aunty June reached behind me and raised my skirt over my bottom so it sat bunched on my lower back. I felt a flush rush over me at the embarrassment of having my bare bottom and vagina exposed like that, in clear view for my Aunty. At this angle even the cheeks of my bottom would be parted and she would even be able to see my anus quite clearly. Standing that way made me feel as though I was offering it all to her, allowing her to touch it or look at it as she pleased.

"What a lovely smooth bottom, Emily. And I can see that your pussy is nice and moist."

She placed a hand on the lower curve of each of my bottom cheeks and slowly, tantalizingly, slid them forward around the top of my thigh along both sides of my vagina.

"Why do you think they call it a pussy, Emily?"

"I don't know..."

"Well, firstly, when a woman gets a little older than you it becomes nice and furry, just like a cat. So it is nice to pat and stroke. And also, like a cat, it really likes to be patted and stroked. Usually having it patted and stroked even makes a woman purr like a pussy-cat."

She removed one hand and placed it on my hip. The other hand cupped my entire vulva and began gently rubbing back and forth. I arched my back with the sheer pleasure of the sensation Aunty June was creating, and parted my lips as I looked to the ceiling.

"Mmmm... your pussy is very excited, Emily. If you feel like you need to purr or make other noises, feel free to. I'd like to know I was doing something nice for you."

"Okay..." I managed to breathe in a whisper, "Augh....".

 

"With the tops of my fingers I'm touching your clitoris," she began a slow circling action with the tips of her fingers at the top end of my vulva. "Your clit is an especially sensitive part of your pussy. It is very pleasant to have someone touch your clit if they do it in the right way. It is also very pleasant to have someone kiss it. Maybe sometime if you ask me I will kiss your clit for you, Emily."

I looked down, between my legs, and saw her fingertips cupping my crotch, applying pressure in a circular motion. My skin had turned bright red from my belly right up to my breasts. I noticed that I had also begun to rock my hips back and forward, grinding my vagina into Aunty June's hand. I was feeling incredibly good - my mind had drifted into a dream world. Aunty June released the pressure on my clitoris and lowered her hand. I looked back between my legs and felt embarrassed to see her cupping her hand about 10cm below my vagina. A long stream of liquid was seeping out of my vagina, and Aunty June was catching the drip in her hand. When it finally dropped into a small pool in her palm she withdrew her hand to reach up under her own skirt, though I couldn't see exactly what she was doing.

"Can you see the picture in the water in front of you, Emily?"

"Yes," I looked back to the table.

"When I touch you from now on I want you to keep your eyes on the woman in that picture. Okay?"

I didn't know why she wanted me to do that, but I nodded my head. I felt her reconnect with my clit, using the opposite hand. It still felt incredible.

"What are you looking at on the picture, Emily?" she asked, recommencing a gently rubbling motion.

"Ah.... her eyes."

"What else can you see?"

"Her hair..."

"Yes, and lower down?"

"Her tits..."

"What are you looking at on her tits?"

"Her nipples....Auugh...."

"Do you feel nice while you look at her tits and nipples, Emily?"

"Ye... yes..."

I noticed myself rotating my hips, forcing my clit against Aunty June's fingertips. My mouth was hanging open, and I was beginning to breath very heavily.

"Tell me what words you have learnt from me today."

"Tits... pussy.... and... ugh... clit..."

"Another good word for a pussy is 'cunt'. For example, 'I enjoy touching your lovely cunt, Emily'. Also, you might like to use the word 'fuck'. Thats what it is called when you put something in your cunt to make you feel good, like a finger or something else. So you might say, 'Please fuck my pussy with your fingers', for example."

"Oh... augh..." I began to feel that I was loosing control - that the pleasant feelings were overtaking my mind. I stared at the tits in the photograph to try to remain focussed.

"Finally, you might like to know the word 'cum'. Thats when you feel so nice that all the excitement comes in one explosive feeling. You might say ' Aunty June fucked my cunt until I came', or 'Please Aunty June, can I make you cum'. I think you might be going to cum any second now, Emily, and then you will know what I mean."

I was barely listening to Aunty June. Her words were washing over me like background noise. I felt my body rushing towards a feeling of overwhelming pleasure that scared and excited me. I could feel it coming and could do nothing to stop it.

"Emily, make up some sentences to show me that you have understood all the words I have taught you today," Aunty June demanded.

"Augh.. um... my cunt is wet..." I moaned.

"Yes, go on."

"Fuck me till I cum..."

"Good...."

"Augh... touch my tits and kiss my clit... fuck my pussy... AUGH...Aunty June! AUGH..."

I was lost in an overwhelming sensation. I wasn't even able to talk. My legs began to shake and buckle underneath me. Warm waves rushed over my body and jolts of electricity coursed from my pussy to my tits and back again.

Suddenly it was over, and I collapsed into my arms on the bench top. Now I knew what it was like to cum. My body was warm all over, and a gently glow of pleasure still radiated from my clit, where Aunty June's fingers were resting gently. All I was aware of was my breathing, and Aunty June's rapid breaths.

"Augh..." I heard her gasp behind me. Looking around I saw her staring at my pussy, with her left hand under her skirt and her mouth hanging wide open. I guessed that she was also rubbing her own clit. Her tits bounced up and down, throwing her nipples into a rotating motion.

"Oh Emily... Oh... your little pussy is so sweet... I love you so much..." she suddenly blurted, "Augh... fuck.... you cunt... you beautiful little cunt... I need your fresh young cunt.... AUGH!"

Aunty June suddenly stopped, released her hand, and grabbed hold of both of my hips as though she was holding on for her life. She pressed against me, raising her skirt over my still upraised bottom. Leaning over my back, she kissed me between the shoulder blades, breathing heavily all the time. Her tits were wet with sweat against my back, and her warm legs nuzzled up against my own bare legs.

"Wasn't that nice Emily..."

"Yes. Thank-you Aunty June."

She sighed, "You are very very welcome, Emily. We can do that any time you like. Would you like that?"

"Yes..." and I was completely genuine. It had felt amazing and I wanted to feel that way again, despite the rising feelings of guilt I still experienced.

"Good. I really do love you, do you know that?"

"Yes."

"Well..." she said, standing up and straightening her skirt, "We should make the best of our time and process some more of these photos. What do you say?"

END OF PART 1

“Granddad” Jess called out to me from the spare bedroom where I kept my computer.

“Yes sweetheart?” I answered as I pushed opened the door and walked in.

“This dam computer of yours keeps on freezing on me.” She said looking cross at my computer as if that’d make it work properly.

I looked at her sitting in my chair.

She was nearly 16 years of age, with longish blonde hair.

She was wearing a tight fitting top that clearly showed her small breasts and she was also wearing a dark blue short skirt.

She had long thin legs and when standing, was about 5ft 9ins tall.

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I pretended to look at the computer screen, while secretly staring at where her shirt finished on her lap.

Even though I knew it was wrong for me to try to perv up Jess’s short skirt, I’d had a crush on her for many years.

True, it would be incest if ever I carried out my secret fantasies with her, and could lead to a long term in Jail.

But you couldn’t be sent to Jail for having dirty and immoral thoughts.

Many nights I’d fall asleep dreaming of Jessica and I making tender sweet love together.

Even though I knew it’d never happen, it was a very pleasant way to fall asleep.

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I’d told Jessica ages ago how I felt about her and she didn’t appear to be greatly upset about the knowledge.

I couldn’t see up her skirt because she had her thighs tightly closed together so I gave up pretending and said to her, “Okay, let me sit down and try to work out why it’s not working properly.”

Jessica stood up and as she did so, the chair rolled backwards and I sat myself down in it, preparing to have a look at the computer.

Instead of moving away from the computer desk, Jessica surprised me by dropping herself down onto my lap.

“I’m heavy, aren’t I granddad?” she said laughing.

Feeling my cock squashed against my thigh inside my underpants by her small cute arse, it took me a moment or two to answer her.

“Just a little.” I laughed, holding her by the hips.

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Not wanting her to move, I leaned around her with my right hand and took hold of the computer mouse and began to work out why it’d frozen on her.

Jessica may no attempt to remove her arse off my cock and knowing that only the thinnest of material was now separating my cock and her naked vagina, I felt it starting to respond to the crushing weight of her arse.

Try as I might, there was no way in hell that I could stop my cock from becoming fully erect under her.

I pretended that all of my attention was focused on the computer, and not her arse pressing against my cock.

As my cock grew in size, I knew full well that she had to have felt it growing beneath her arse.

But still she stayed right where she was.

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I wondered why that was.

If she knew full well that I was becoming sexually aroused by having her sitting in my lap, she had to have known full well what was happening and yet, here she was, still firmly planted on my lap.

I’d kept my left hand still on her left hip and I wanted to reach upwards and cup her tiny breasts in it, but dared not.

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I could smell fresh soap on her through her clothing and wished that I’d been the one to have rubbed it all over her body.

The mental image of her fully naked under the shower popped into my mind and before I knew it, I’d become fully erect.

Yet, still she stayed where she was.

I was taking my time sorting out the problem on the computer because I didn’t want to break the spell that’d over taken the both of us.

This sort of thing only ever happened once to a dirty old man like me and I wanted to enjoy every last second of it while it lasted.

“This is the reason why it’s playing up, Jess.” I told her after a few more minutes of time wasting, pointing with the cursor at what had caused the problem, knowing as I did so, that this wonderful position I’d found myself in, was about to end.

It’d been wonderful while it’d lasted.

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Jessica got up from my lap, freeing my cock which was now fully erect inside my underpants, it was now pointing towards her small arse.

Instead of moving away from in front of me to allow me to get up from the chair, Jessica surprised me by leaning forward onto the desktop and staring at the computer screen.

“Oh, is that why?” Jessica said in front of me.

Because of the way she was now leaning, I had a clear and uninterrupted view of her white panties beneath her short skirt.

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I had one hand covering my erection in case Jessica suddenly turned around and saw it sticking up in the air.

I pushed it downwards so the head of my cock was now pointing towards my knee cap beneath my underpants.

I thought that I could see some dampness on the crotch of her panties, but wasn’t quite sure if I was seeing things properly.

“Yes, that’s why.” I replied staring intently at her pantied covered crotch, and wishing that thin piece of material stopping me from seeing her vagina would just disappear.

“Oh, okay.” Jessica replied.

I was about to get up from the chair so that she could again sit down in it, when Jessica again surprised me by placing herself back down onto my lap.

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This time however, her thighs were now either side of my left leg, so that now, her entire pantied covered vagina was pressing right along the stiff shaft of my cock.

This was no mistake; Jess had done this quite purposely.

“Am I too heavy, granddad?” Jessica asked me, looking at me over her right shoulder.

She had a smile on her face that told me that she knew full well that she was sitting right on top of my stiff cock.

“No…no, Jess. I’d say that you were just about the right weight.” I replied, smiling back at her and not quite believing that this was actually happening and that I was still in bed having a rather erotic dream about Jess and myself.

“Good.” She replied, turning to look at the computer screen once more.

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I could feel the intense heat coming from within her vagina as it covered the top of my shaft beneath her.

I twitched my cock beneath her and Jessica gave out a small giggle.

“What’s the matter, Jess?” I asked, knowing full well, why she’d giggled.

“Nothing granddad.” she replied without turning her head towards me.

I twitched it a couple more times, each time causing Jessica to giggle.

I’d placed my hands on either side of her hips and held her in place over my cock.

I could feel her thigh muscles trembling slightly, either side of my leg.

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Jessica leaned forward, still keeping her pantied covered vagina pressed firmly against my stiff cock and she began to go to different sites on the internet as if nothing unusual was going on between us.

I twitched myself against her crotch a few more times, just to let her know, that I knew what was going on.

Though to be quite honest, I wasn’t sure just how far Jess was prepared to let this little sexual game of ours go on.

Still, till she told me to stop. I was going to push it as far as I could.

Then, I felt Jessica’s hips begin to gently and slowly rock back and forth, causing her vagina to rub along the shaft of my cock.

She was starting to get herself off on top of my cock.

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Because I still had both of my hands on her sides, I could feel her breathing start to quicken noticeably.

As her sexual tensions grew, so did her movements along the shaft of my cock.

I could definably feel some wetness seeping from within her onto my underpants, soaking them with her juices.

God, what I’d given right then to have been buried to the hilt inside her.

Still, if this was all I was going to get, then I was more than happy with that.

She was no longer pretending to be doing something with the computer; instead, she had both palms on the desk edge and was using the desk to push herself back and forth along the entire length of my cock beneath her.

I slowly edged my hands up her sides beneath her top and gently cupped both smallish breasts in my hands.

Then as she continued to bring herself off along my shaft, I began to gently squeeze her hard nipples with my fingertips.

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This brought forth small gasps of pleasure as she worked herself towards an orgasm on top of my erection.

I knew she wasn’t all that far from achieving her orgasm but I wasn’t about to let her have all of the pleasure to herself.

“Jess?” I said to her, releasing her nipples and slipping my hands from beneath her top and grabbing her hips once more and stopping her from rubbing herself back and forth along my cock.

“Yes granddad?” Came Jessica’s reply, but I could tell that she wasn’t happy about being stopped at this point in time.

“Please stand up for me.” I informed her.

Jessica looked back over her shoulder towards me with a slight frown on her face, unsure as to what I was now up too.

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“Don’t worry sweetheart, I won’t put it up inside of you. I promise.” I told her as she watched with worried eyes as I slipped my cock out from beneath my underpants.

She looked at me for a few seconds before deciding that she could trust me and was about to sit herself back down on my now naked cock.

But again I stopped her.

I gripped both sides of her panties and started to pull them down from her hips.

She quickly grabbed them and pulled them back up to cover herself.

“Please Jess. I give you my word that I’ll not put it inside you…unless of course you asked me too.” I added with a grin.

She knew me well enough to know that I’d never hurt her in any way but she still remained slightly unsure.

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“Do you promise, granddad?” she finally said after a few tense moments.

“Of course I promise, Jess and have I ever broken any of my promises to you?” I asked, knowing as I did so, that I’d won her over.

“No…no you haven’t granddad.” She finally answered.

“I just want to be able to feel your naked vagina sliding along the shaft of my cock, I won’t try to fuck you, Jess. I promise.” I told her.

She turned back to face the computer once more and allowed me to slip her panties down to her feet.

Then, slowly, she lowered herself back down onto the nakedness of my bare cock beneath her.

“Ohh…” Jessica groaned softly as she felt her now naked vagina come into contact with my naked cock.

She settled herself firmly down along the shaft of my cock and started to rock herself back and forth along its full length once more.

The juices that were flowing from within her, covering the shaft of my cock had to be seen and felt to be believed.

I’ve known only a few women in my time that gave out such amount of juices as they neared their orgasms.

Jessica was apparently one of them.

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She slid back and forth easily along my shaft thanks to her juices now covering my cock.

As she neared her orgasm, her pace picked up quite considerably and she was now grinding herself downwards hard onto my cock shaft.

Suddenly, her whole body stiffened and I knew that she was about to orgasm.

“Oh fuck me.” Jessica cried out in pleasure as wave after wave of pure pleasure flowed through her entire body.

I felt a big amount of fluid flow from within her, covering my shaft and my left leg with her juices.

Her whole body shuddered as she rode her orgasm towards its final conclusion.

“Oh god.” She groaned softly as her whole body appeared to collapse.

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Because I was using the spare bedroom as an office for myself, there was a big double bed behind me.

I gently and easily picked up Jessica’s limp body and moved her over to the bed.

As I laid her down, my eyes took in her very moist vagina.

Because she’d been rubbing herself rather hard along the shaft of my cock, her outer lips were still spread apart, allowing me to see the soft pinkness of her inner flesh.

I could also see the small opening that lead inside that moist treasure.

Jessica was lying on top of the bed, her small chest heaving with the effort of her overwhelming orgasm.

Her eyes were closed and there was a smile on her lips that told me that she was one very happy teenager right then.

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I studied her lower nakedness with pleasure, drinking all that I could see.

I knew that this was not the finish of things between us, but merely the beginning of them.

“Oh wow granddad. You’re so big.” Jessica said to me, forcing me to break my attention from her crotch and towards her face.

I saw that she was now staring straight at my erection which was proudly pointing towards her face.

I let her stare at it for as long as she wanted too, wishing all the time that I had it buried deep within her mouth or vagina or even arsehole for that matter.

Anywhere right then would have been a blessing, believe me.

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“Can I please touch it?” Jessica asked, reaching out with her right hand and gently touching the head of my cock without waiting for my reply.

She already knew full well, just what my answer would have been anyway.

Only a fool would refuse a 16 year old permission to touch his cock.

I stood there before her, watching her stroke her small fingers along and around the shaft of my thick cock, enjoying the feel of her cool fingers on my hot flesh.

Then, she poked the tip of her index finger right into the eye of my cock to see just how far she could push it, which wasn’t too far, mores the pity.

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She giggled and the cupped my hanging balls in both of her hands and gently squeezed them

I was glad she had enough sense to gently squeeze them.

Older women than her had hurt me by squeezing too hard on them before today.

“They feel hot granddad.” she said with a giggle.

“Well, unlike your pussy, Jess. They haven’t been sexually satisfied yet.” I replied only half joking.

Jessie knew full well what I was talking about, but there was no way she was prepared to allow me to enter her right then.

I knew that and didn’t push things.

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“Jess, have you ever let a man go down on you?” I asked, changing the subject slightly.

“What do you mean, granddad?” she asked.

I couldn’t believe that she’d gone this far with me and didn’t know what going down on a woman meant.

“It means when a man places his mouth down onto your pussy.” I told her.

I saw from the expression on her face that she knew full well what I’d just told her, she was just letting me explain it to let me think she was totally innocent sexually.

She’d brought herself to orgasm far too easily for me to ever believe she was sexually innocent.

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“Really?” she replied, trying to sound surprised by what I’d just told her.

“Yes.” I replied with a grin. “Would you like me to show you how it’s done?” I added.

“Yes please.” Jessica answered with a slight grin on her face.

I got onto the bed with her and placed myself in between her out stretched thighs.

Then wishing I was plunging my cock deep within her instead, I lowered my face to her wet crotch.

Her beautiful, sweet taste hit me straight away as I began to run the tip of my tongue around her tiny hooded clitoris.

Within seconds, her swollen clitoris appeared as if by magic and I began to give it a tongue lashing.

Jessica grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face hard up against her crotch, covering my face with her juices.

I slowly but surely brought her to her second orgasm of the day.

She cried out as she felt herself being swept along the waves of pleasure.

I greedily drank all of her juices that I could before laying behind her on the bed.

She’d been satisfied twice now, while my cock arched for its first much needed release.

I reached around her slim waist and while she was still in the throes of her 2^nd orgasm, I began to use my fingertips on her still swollen clitoris.

“Ohh… god…granddad. I don’t know if I can take any more of this.” She cried out as my fingers touched her very sensitive clitoris.

I ignored her protests and started to lightly pinch and tease her clitoris towards her 3^rd orgasm of the day.

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As she started to shake and moan loudly from my fingers, I slipped my cock in between her thighs and rubbed the shaft of it along her very moist opening.

I felt Jessica’s small fingers push themselves hard against the shaft of my cock, causing my cock shaft to press hard up against her partly opened vagina.

She was beginning to shake with the first stirrings of her 3^rd orgasm as I moved the shaft of my cock backwards just enough until the head of my cock was now aimed right at the entrance of her pussy.

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As she moved her hips back and forth in time with my fingers, I felt her opening pressing harder and harder against the head of my swollen cock.

“Oh…God…”Jessica cried out in pleasure as her 3^rd orgasm hit her hard.

At that very same moment, I pushed myself deep inside of her.

I could feel her vaginal muscles gripping and releasing the shaft of my cock as she rode the waves of both pain from my invasion and the pleasure of her orgasm.

Finally, she started to come down from her high and half turned towards me and said, “Granddad. I thought you promised not to put it inside me.” With an accusing tone to her voice.

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“I’m so sorry Jess. I didn’t mean for it to go inside you, it was just so wet down there, it just slipped in.” I replied, trying like hell to make my voice sound sincere.

I could still feel her muscles gripping the shaft of my cock like a vice inside her.

“I’ll take it out, Jess.” I replied, hoping against hope that she’d let me keep it buried to the hilt inside her.

Just as I started to withdraw it from within her, Jessica said, “No…Don’t take it out granddad. It’s too sore.”

She sounded like she was in a great deal of pain right then and I felt like a heel for having tricked her.

“I’m so sorry, Jess. I didn’t mean for this to happen, I swear to you.” I said lying to her.

“That’s okay granddad. I know it was an accident.” She replied, even though I could tell that she didn’t quite believe my story.

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I waited, not moving an inch until Jessica had gotten used to having me buried deep within her.

“Are you still in pain, Jess?” I asked.

“It’s not so bad anymore granddad.” she replied.

“I’ll take it back out again.” I said to her gently and I really think I would have taken it out if she’d really wanted me too.

“No…you may as well leave it inside me now granddad. It’s not hurting at all now.” She replied with a hint of a smile on her lips.

“Okay, but I won’t move it, alright?” I replied, not knowing how long I could keep it buried inside her hot little hole without wanting to fuck her hard and fast.

Which is exactly what I wanted to do, very much so.

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While we lay there joined together like we were, we spoke about what’d happened between us today.

“How come you decided to sit on my lap and do what you did, Jess?” I asked, curious to find out why this had all happened.

“Promise you won’t laugh, granddad?” She replied.

“I promise, Jess.” I answered truthfully.

“I was looking at a sex site before you got up.” She said in a soft voice.

“A sex site?” I asked. “What sort of sex site?” I added.

“It was an incest site, granddad.” she replied in an even lower tone of voice.

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“What made you decide to play around sexually with me?” I asked her.

“When both you and grandma were asleep this morning, I got up to go to the toilet and saw you lying in your bed naked and you had a stiffie.” She finished with a giggle.

That wasn’t a surprise to me as I usually woke up with an erection.

“Well…wasn’t I a lucky lad that you saw me naked this morning.” I answered with a laugh.

“Oh…I’ve seen you with a stiffie heaps of times granddad.” She said laughing loudly.

“Have you just.” I replied with a laugh.

“Yes and I wanted to do this sort of stuff with you ages ago.” Jessica said, giving my hard cock inside her a squeeze of her inner muscles.

“Jess, can you please take off your top and skirt for me?” I asked.

I wanted to hold her totally naked body against mine.

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Jess did as I asked and soon her top and skirt lay on the floor with her panties.

I cuddled against her nakedness, enjoying the freshness and smoothness of her young body against my own nakedness.

I reached around her waist and once more began to lightly tease her hooded clitoris back to life.

Jessica started to rock her hips in time with my fingers, groaning softly to herself as I slowly worked her back to sexual awareness again.

As she became wetter, I felt her vaginal muscles slowly releasing their thigh grip around the shaft of my cock.

As it did so, I began to slowly move my cock in and out of her, an inch at a time.

Soon however, both of our paces began to pick up.

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I was now plunging myself deep inside her, bottoming out and then slowly pulling myself nearly all of the way out of her before once more plunging myself as deep inside her as it’d go.

I stopped suddenly and rolled her over onto her stomach and then got her to get onto her hands and knees in front of me.

I then started to fuck her harder and deeper as my climax started to move towards it’s peak.

Each time I’d ram myself deep inside of her, she’d give a loud grunt, mixed in that grunt was both pleasure and pain.

Just as I finally exploded inside her, I gripped both hips and pulled her back towards me, at the same time I rammed my thick spurting cock as deep inside her.

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The feeling of my hot cum exploring deep inside her seemed to trigger her own orgasm.

“Fuck.” Jessica cried out as our two juices mixed together inside her bruised hole.

Her arms could no longer hold her weight and she collapsed face forward onto the bed in front of me.

My cock had fallen out of her as she’d fallen and I could see her hole, still stretched wide by the thickness of my cock, our juices gushing out of her.

I buried my tongue as deep inside her as it’d go and tongued her while she lay there exhausted.

“No more granddad…please. I’ll go insane.” She said with a wail, but her body was telling me that she wanted more of this.

She was pushing her arse backwards against my probing tongue.

Because this was so new and was also so dangerous and wrong, my cock had not gone down.

I pulled away from her and guided the head of my cock back to her pulsating pussy.

As I started to push myself back inside of her, Jessica started pushing herself backwards to meet my incoming thrusts.

Again, it wasn’t too long before I came inside her once more.

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This time, both of us collapsed, with me still buried deep inside of her.

I kissed her on the back of the neck and ears and felt her vagina grab the shaft of my slowly deflating cock.

We lay like that, still joined together for what seemed like hours, before I slowly withdrew my now limp cock out of her sore hole.

“Please granddad…no more. I’m too sore for any more sex.” Jessica said into the pillow beneath her face.

“No worries sweetheart. My cock is also sore.” I replied with a laugh.

“Good.” She replied with a giggle.

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“Be careful young lady or I‘ll find some way to fuck you again.” I answered with a laugh.

As we lay there getting our breath back, Jessica said to me. “Can we do this again tomorrow granddad?”

“You greedy little bitch…of course we can.” I replied, giving her a light slap on the arse.

“Good.” Jessica replied with a giggle.

I wasn’t sure just how long I’d get away with fucking my granddaughter, but knew that I’d take any and all chances of getting together with her for sex.

I just hoped that I didn’t finish up in Jail for my troubles.

Jessica and I needed to have a real talk about what we’d done and how to keep our mouths shut.

Till we either got caught or got bored with each other, I knew that we’d fuck as often as we could manage to do so and I was looking forward to every second of it.

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"Daddy, that feels good," she finally said, as I rubbed her skin in a circular motion.  Since I was already rubbng bare skin, I decided to push things even further by rubbing up to barely touch her lovely little breasts.  When I got no resistance, I pushed even higher, now just lightly touching her nipples.  I felt her little nips quickly harden under my touch, and Donna began to moan a little louder, maybe even a little too loud, since her mother was in the bedroom asleep.

"Sshhh," I warned her, "or I'll have to stop.  You can't let mommy hear us, or we'll both be in big trouble."

"OK, Daddy, I'll be quieter."  She was always such an obedient child, and now was no exception.

"Does this make you feel good?" I asked her.

"Yeah, it makes me feel great.  But, Daddy, it also makes me feel a little funny down there."

I decided to see how far I could push this, so I said "What do you mean by 'down there?'"

"You know, between my legs."

"Is it a bad feeling?" I continued.

"No, not a bad feeling, just one I've never felt before," she replied.  "I think I'm getting wet inside, and I don't want to pee all over you."

"Well, first off, Punkin', it is definitely not pee, so you don't have to worry about that. But I can make you feel a lot better than you do now, if you really want to."

Now, her eyes got big, and she said, "Really, Daddy?  Will you show me?"

Then my more cautious side kicked in.  "If I do, you can't tell anybody, and I mean Anybody."

"Oh, Daddy, I promise, Cross my Heart!" she exclaimed.

"And you have to be as quiet as you have ever been, remember?"  And with that, I kept one hand on her left boob, and my other hand rubbed slowly down her body, back down to her tummy, over her Mound of Venus, and through the first growth of pussy hair.  Finally, I found her nearly hairless virgin lips, and ran my forefinger down, then back up, applying slightly more and more pressure each time I went down and back up.  I could feel her lips parting more and more, until her heat and wetness was obvious to my invading finger.

 "Mmmmm, that feels so good, Daddy," Donna moaned.  Please keep going."

"I will, Punkin.  Just tell me if it hurts, and I'll stop.  And remember, try to keep it quiet."

"OK, Daddy."

Then my finger began more of an in and out motion, just to about 1/2 inch in, then back out.  In the meantime, my other hand kept up its work on the little nipples, switching from one to the other and back, trying to give her as much pleasure as possible.  Now, I put a little more of my finger into her pussy, which was continuing to get wetter with time.  I was up to my first joint now, and in just a few seconds, up to about 1/2 of the finger.  Her pussy was making the sexiest slurping sounds now each time I put in the finger, then pulled it out. 

"Oh, my God, Daddy, I'm feeling real funny down there now."  Her rate of breathing had obviously increased, and her face was becoming flushed.

"Just let it go, Punkin.  You are about to experience what's called an orgasm, though most call it coming.  When it happens, you'll feel pleasure like you've never felt before."

"I think it's happening now!!"  And then she squealed into the blanket, trying not to wake her mother.  But through the blanket, I could hear "OH GOD, OH GOD, THIS FEELS SO GOOOOD!"

My finger and hand were soaked, along with her panties.  There was also a wet spot on my pants, but that was OK with me, because I had just managed to give my daughter her first orgasm.

When  she finally came down, she said "Boy, that was great!  Can we do it again, Daddy?"

"I think we might be able to find the time again.  But next time, let's make sure we're alone, so you don't have to bite a blanket when you come."  And I thought to myself, next time will definitely be more interesting for me too...