I am going to h***
My uncle started molesting me when I was very young. I can remember him making me play with his p****. I also remember he drew circles around my tiny b****** and made me lick whipped cream from his p****. I don't remember being afraid or upset, as a matter of fact I loved the attention and I loved it when he praised me so much. My uncle stopped playing with me when I got older and I was so hurt because I thought I was no good. Now as a grown woman I sometimes wish we could have that intimate time like before. I fantasize that we f*** all night long. I feel so bad but it really gets me off!