"I, uh…" He cleared his throat and started again. "I haven't eaten breakfast yet," he shrugged, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Margaret will be expecting me."

"Oh. I see."

For a long moment she sulked, enjoying the longing look her uncle was trying to hide behind the leaves of the fern. But she could see him peeking at her figure. She thrust out her tits and sighed. Then she turned her back to him suddenly and gazed over one shoulder.

"Do you think my legs are too skinny, Uncle Mitch?"

"Why they're fine. Just fine." Mitch cleared his throat. "Why should you worry about your legs?"

"Oh, sometimes I think I'm built kind of weird." She glanced down at the tops of her breasts again and blushed. Alice had learned to blush whenever she wished. It was a handy bit of acting that could turn men to silly puffy. Mitch stared as the blush spread down over the freckles that dotted her sun-kissed tits. They actually seemed to be swelling up inside the skimpy bikini top. Alice felt that they might burst out at any moment if her uncle kept staring like that. A flurry of erotic thoughts flashed through her mind. She imagined her handsome uncle holding her in his arms. Such a wicked thought! But it was fun to think it. He was kissing her, rubbing her back with his hands. And then one of her hot tits had flopped loose from the bikini and Mitch was kissing it, sucking the nipple between his teeth.

The sexy dream vanished as Alice trembled and pulled herself together again. She recalled that only once in her life had that actually happened to her.

A friend of her father's had come to the studio and her dad hadn't been home. Alice had been a teenager at the time and her tits hadn't been so big. But this artist friend had apparently appreciated them. He'd touched her in so many places. Alice remembered the episode like it had happened yesterday. She'd, remembered the moment the man's lips had covered one tit. The way his tongue had felt slavering the immature nipple.