I was happy that I would be spending some quality time with my niece. So I asked them to not worry about their child as she was in good hands.After ba...ing them goodbye, I went inside to find my niece sitting on the sofa, studying. Kritika was wearing a red t-shirt and a blue pajama. The t-shirt perfectly outlined her curves without revealing much skin. It was enjoyable and frustrating at the same time. Cursing myself and my luck, I went and sat beside her.My niece looked up for a brief moment,. 'Why do you call it "her"?'How did I explain that to a six year old when truth be told I couldn't really explain it to myself. Fortunately she asked another question before I could answer, although that next question didn't require me to answer either. 'Are you Mummy's new boyfriend?'The reason why I didn't need to answer was because it was answered for me. 'No Sarah, he's not.''But I saw you get out of his car last night.' the youngster responded assuming, as children often do, that everything. I love the first lick. Swirling my tongue around the head slowly and thenending with a dip for the pre-cum. That first teasing taste of what's to gush down the back of my throat...or to cover my face. Depends on what he's in the mood for. I get so much pleasure from hearing a man's praises of my skills. Him telling me how hot my mouth feels, how fucking good it feels as he tries to push my head down onto his cock just a little bit more. Damn! Just imagining a man running his hand through my. ....Oops, sorry. I guess I got ahead of myself. I should go back and explain what got me in this position....After my hitch in the Navy I sent what I could not carry on my Harley back to my c***dhood home. I had planned a cross country ride to visit parts of America I had spent 4 years defending. It was a slow journey, no schedule, no deadlines, just open road and places to see. That journey is a whole story in its self so I will skip ahead to when I arrived back home 2 months after leaving.