Standing there in front of me, clad in only a sheer bra and panties, my niece began to undress me. She pulled my shirt off and ran her fingers through... my chest hairs, caressing my pecs with her fingertips as her hands dropped slowly to my belt.Her small fingers trembled slightly as she undid my belt and slowly zipped down my fly. Gently she tugged my pants open and slid them off my hips to the floor. My cock stood straight out, hard and thick inside my briefs as her fingers moved over and. ......click.I could hear the sound of dirt grinding between the tile floor and theleather sole and it makes me nervous knowing I didn't clean the floorgood enough. Images those soles flash from the recesses of my mind,seeing them before they are pressed to my mouth, feelings of revulsionand lust as I remember licking the filth off those very soles.?Maybe a little man cave. You can come down here and watch baseball andbasketball, that sounds exciting doesn't it. Do you even like sports???No. ........ BEN-EE!!” he called his sister by the nickname he knew she hated. “ What?!” Benja shouted, coming into the laundry room angrily. “ I can't find anything.” “ Did you look?” She put her hands on her hips. He watched her breast bounce in her shirt as she did, smiling to himself. Soon, those would be his. “ Yeah.” He answered. “ The detergent is up here.” Benja reached her body up, balancing an arm on the washer to a cabinet over them getting a new bottle of detergent. Remy was taken. " I don't care about what other women wear." Do you care about making your husband happy?" Of course I do..." Suddenly, I began to feel a bit queasy about where this conversation was headed." ... then I would like you to go out tomorrow and purchase a new wardrobe. Throw out all that old dumpy stuff and buy some new things. Sexier things. I can afford to have you buy 40 or 50 new wardrobes, so money's not a problem."My queasiness was growing rapidly, "Please," I begged him, "no..."Michael.