I tried to catch up on accumulated magazines, but if concentrating on headlines posed challenges, actually focusing on written articles required more ...stalwart grit than I could afford. What else could the world offer that equaled the treasure lately landing in my life in the form of my sexpot niece?I took the only avenue available which was a direct path to the hamper and in a deep reverence fetched out the topmost pair of skimpy pink panties and went to the recliner, pants down, cock. My wife, Karen is 30 yearsold, about 5’3″, with light brown hair and blue eyes.She stands a firm 37-24-36 with a really cute babyface. She works as the local regional manager for anational bookstore chain, so she usually dresses andacts in a fairly conservative fashion. Last Friday she had to fill in for one of her managerswho called in sick. Normally she works from 9-5, butsince she was filling in for a retail position, she hadto close the store. The store is only 5 minutes. She’d volunteered to sleep on the floor the previous night after having gotten a look at the sorry state of the room’s straw tick mattress. Sarette and Treya had joined her, leaving the bed, such as it was, for Katrin and Ellerie.The tiny inn they’d found in the village of Elmsford only had two rooms for guests, but it was worth it to stay indoors and get out of the biting cold. In the nine days they’d been heading south along the foothills, it was only the third time they’d found a village to. It felt good." Her eyes turned up to meet his and she found them gentle and caring."Was that the first time, Desirée?" he asked quietly.She shook her head slowly. "No, I've done it before. Mark and I are in love."Hemmings knew he should let it go there, but he was curious. "Can you tell me exactly what happened? Did all of them do it to you?" Just one. The others watched."Hemmings nodded, understanding. "Tell me, did he penetrate you fully?"Desirée's eyes were fixed on her lap..