I washed my face, undressed and went to bed. In the morning I came down into the kitchen where there was a coffee waiting for me. Chris was sitting at... the table. Lindsey hadn’t come down stairs yet. “Hi Kim, how are you this morning?” asked Chris “I hope my sister wasn’t to rough with you last night”. “I’m fine thank you” I blushed and looked at the floor. I was feeling very embarrassed and needed to get home and change into some fresh clothes as soon as possible. As I was finishing my coffee. " She replied."That is true, alpha bitch. Especially me. Get your ass home."Stacy had died two years after her son was born. Her will decreed that her son live with his godmother and her partner (now married legally) as she felt that he would have been better treated there then anywhere else. And he had gotten along with the two other children that the couple had themselves by a posthumous sperm donor named David Findley in his will.It had been pretty good in the Post Findley world. She would. I took my bike and she turned around on hearing the sound. I saw her eye first time. As a ppppaaa. .. I saw her neck.. side left boob.she was wearing a pink saree and matching blouse. Just imaging the position. I had an instant erection. Her side pink jacket with protruding boob nipple her sweaty neck and whitish face her dark bindhi on forehead her juicy lips and her sweaty hip folds… having cleaning cloth in her hand.. The very first time I saw her I decided to have her in my bed with her. There was no immediate protest from her so I struck while the iron was hot and reached under the bedclothes, finding an already stiffening cock I uncovered it and with a few slow strokes had it as stiff as a flagpole. I made eye contact with my niece and was given a look of silent approval so I leaned over and was rewarded by having her husbands two hands on my breasts as he caressed them and moving even closer he was then able to suck the nipples, oblivious to what his wife might say. I let.