She thought I was a gold digger just hanging out with my uncle for his money. She didn't understand that it was only for fun and nothing was going on between us.

All through dinner, Uncle Jim had his hand on my shoulder, bare back, or on my leg but this time, his hand was higher on my thigh moving between my stocking tops and my bare thigh. One time his hand crept so high up my thigh that I felt his little finger brush my panties so I forced it back down my leg. He turned to me and gave me a quick wink.

The dinner meeting wasn't anything...