Not only had Elizabeth never given herself a hand-job while fantasizing about guys before – but she had never fucked either – not even when she was young, herself.

Elizabeth had been a teenager when she had her first sexual encounter.

The man had been twenty-two.

He had also happened to be her uncle.

Uncle Charley, her mother's brother, had come to stay with them for a few weeks, being out of work and unable to afford to pay rent. Both of Elizabeth's parents worked and so the girl, during summer vacation, was left home with her uncle during the day. Uncle Charley was the black sheep of the family, a drinking man who was often without a job, a gambler when he had the money for it, a womanizer at all times. He was a wastrel – but a charming, handsome sort of wastrel. He had crisp black hair and a lean build and he dressed well, although no one ever knew where on earth he got the money to afford such expensive clothing.

On this particular day, Uncle Charley had been hanging around the house, not having the price of even a beer. Elizabeth had gone out earlier. When she came home she'd gone to her room and her uncle had apparently not realized he was not alone in the house.

If he had, Elizabeth was never to know it.

He was stretched out on the couch, watching television and, more out of boredom than need, had decided to give himself a hand-job. He opened his fly and drew his sizable cock out. It was not hard yet, but even soft it was an impressive hunk of cockmeat. He folded his fist around his cock and stroked it up and down slowly, eyes closed, thinking about naughty women.