She sat back exhausted in her chair. Her nipples were still stimulated and so she pinched them as if to try to tell them that the party was over. It d...dn't work. They simply got harder. “Was going to simply grab my towel. I saw you stumbling with just the towel into the kitchen and I couldn't help myself.” He reached over and grabbed his gym towel and wiped the juices off of his cock. His eyes were locked on her tits. Her eyes were locked on his cock. Her mouth was watering it was getting hard. She reacted with self-evident pleasure as well. My sweet niece was apparently still fond of her uncle, and the only thing that we regretted about our bond was her mother's absence. I had read of her mother's fantasies about me in her diary, which Shelby had shared with me under the explicit posthumous instructions of Marcy Swenson. I got the distinct impression that Shelby borrowed ideas liberally from it, given the coincidences at times.I fucked Shelby for several more minutes while Anton now. . and you will!" I... I..."She looked into his strong face and powerful eyes."Th... thank you," she mumbled, her eyes quickly diverting from his. "But how did you know my name?" I make it my business to know the name of the woman I'm about to take to my apartment."She gasped."You... you're not serious." I'm very serious"No, I won't go," she said, but there was no force behind her words and Eric smiled."Yes, you will. Now, Lorene, tell me you'll go to my apartment with me."His eyes again met. She remembered looking at Ronnie’s meager breasts and thinking, “It must be a nightmare for her to find bras that fit.” At the same time, part of her wished she could go braless all the time, like Ronnie did. Her own breasts felt heavy and unwieldy sometimes.That made her think about Bob again. When he’d been mauling them and sucking on them, they hadn’t felt unwieldy at all. They’d just been a source of intense pleasure for her. They tingled now as she remembered that. She looked at her watch..