"Why the look ?" I asked.

"Oh Andy likes it. Says it really turns him on if I look more my age. So will it do ?"

"Oh yes. Now give your uncle a kiss good night before you go", I said putting the wine bottle down on the side.

Pippa reached up on her toes and proceeded to give me a long and full kiss. My hands naturally slid down her back and cupped her ass. I pulled her in to me and eased my tongue between her painted lips. She hesitated for a moment then gave in, pushing her tongue back into my mouth. Reckless now I took my opportunity and eased up her skirt and slid my hands over her ass and beneath the material of her panties. Then before she could respond I managed to push the tip of my forefinger into her asshole. Pippa tensed, then relaxed. I slowly eased my finger in and out, getting more in every time. Her kiss turned more forceful and passionate forcing me backwards into the kitchen top. Finally using my free hand to pull her cheeks apart I could get my whole fore-finger within her ass. She was breathing hard now and pressing her groin into my rock hard cock. We continued this for a good several minutes before we had to break for breath.

"Wow", she panted, "you sure know how to make a girl horny. Have a nice night now" , and with that was gone. Leaving a lingering scent of perfume, a damp finger and the heat of her kiss on my lips. I washed my hands and returned to the lounge. I was as randy as hell but I knew I need to calm down. Pippa was very sexy, but really it was Beccy who I wanted.

I returned to Beccy, who was truly beautiful in the dim light. Her skin was radiant, her eyes clear, her lips full and moist, she smiled a hesitant smile up at me. Pouring a glass of wine each I sat next to her on the sofa. We sat together enjoying the wine, and began talking. Time passed, I refilled her glass. Finally I placed my arm on her shoulders and she leaned into me. She was tense, but seemed co-operative. We talked about her concert, and the one boyfriend Chris she had gone steady with (the one who had taken her virginity). At first she was reluctant to talk of him, but as the room warmed and the cool wine relaxed her she became quite talkative. I was gentle, and a good listener. Soon, she was lying on the sofa, with her head on my lap, and I was gently stroking her cheek and hair. I could feel her relax little by little, sipping wine (we were now sharing one glass), and talking. I put the wine down and placed my hand at her waist. I moved it down her legs until I came to the split in her skirt which I separated. She tensed as my hand parted the skirt allowing me to admire her lovely legs again.

I lightly caressed the inside of her leg near her knee. Slowly, I slid my hand up and down, my fingers lightly grazing over the inside of her stocking'd leg, loving the feel of her teenage girl's skin beneath the sheer nylon. After a while my hand began to move higher and higher, finger tips making small circles on her lower thigh, then upper thigh, as my hand finally rose up until I felt her warm, smooth skin above the hold-ups tops......(cont)