Deep Desire

Deep Desire




My wife and I married very young at nineteen. She got pregnant right away. Had trouble at birth, her blood changed on her to R.H. The Dr advised us not to have any more, if possible. It would be to dangerous for
the baby.
So from then on, it seemed like our sex life was a shambles, always afraid she would get pregnant again.
But our healthy daughter grew up to be a good looking, very well stacked woman of eighteen.
Next door was the neighbors daughters also eighteen. She was the best friend of our daughter Abby. Her friends name is Helen, she is also stacked like they say. A little brick shit house. Nice round ass on her, her tits a nice hand full, I would say. She spent more time at our house than her own. She calls me Uncle Bob! Always purring around me, touching me every chance she got. I should feel honored I guess, but it makes me uneasy, she acts like she has a thing for me. I’m not old, just thirty seven, don’t look a day older than twenty five, built nice.
We always like the outdoors, camping and fishing, I always treated Abby as a son we never had, but she loved to fish and camp. So we bought five acres of woods next to a lake, decide to build a cabin for weekend get a way.
So while we are building the cabin, we have been camping out in tents while we are there. This one weekend Abby told Helen we would be gone for the weekend. Helen wanted to know if she could go along with us.
Abby asked if Helen could go along with us, I said sure no problem, Helen ran to her house to get her things, she came back wearing tight, really tight fitting shorts. So tight you could almost see her pussy hairs through the material, you could see the imprint of her pussy. Wow I said to myself.
“Do you like my shorts Uncle Bob?” “Sure do sweetheart, just love them.”
“I didn’t want to tell her how much I loved them, she really turns me on. My cock starts swelling when I look at her some times.
We all jump in the van, and we take off. It takes us about an hour to get there. The first thing we do when we get there, is to sit up camp. Put the tents up, fix the fire ring, gather wood for the fire. Every time Helen bent over to pick up a piece of wood, you could almost see her little crack. I just kept running around all afternoon with a bonner. I would have jerked off, if I could have found a place to hide.
That evening we had a nice fire going, had supper, then about nine or so we decided to call it a day and go to bed.