. What the fuck was that on my cock!I stirred from my sleep and looked down towards my groin. Oh man! ... What a sight! There was my sweet 18-year old...niece, Emma, leaning over my upright cock. I stole a quick glance over at the clock on the bedside table, 8:49, before looking back at her. The soft morning light was streaming in around the curtains and I was able to see her clearly.She knelt at the side of my hips, still wearing the tight black dress she’d worn to her graduation ceremony last. With open arms and soft kisses he welcomed me. I yielded to the persuasive, tempting pressure of his skillful fingertips. With sheer pleasure and delight I drank deeply of the well as if I had never drank from it before or would never drink of it again. Eagerly, I ate of the fruit savoring every bite as if it were my last. I gorged myself stuffing every delight into my mouth, trying every morsel of the seemingly endless banquet. At long last, I was spent and blissfully satisfied. I rested in. Want to clue me in?” I said.“Tracey and I have a lot of friends, but not a lot of friends, if you know what I mean.”“I think so.”“Our lifestyle wasn’t exactly conducive to close friendships. The people we went to sex parties with weren’t the ‘close friends’ types in the way that you have close friends. And it’s kind of difficult to make close friends who aren’t part of that scene without trying to live a double-life, always running the risk that they find out.”“OK. I see where you’re coming. The lace of my bra just barely peeked through. I then slipped on my strapless sandals. I observed myself in the mirror and took a long discriminating look at myself and decided that for a woman about to turn 45 I was still desirable. I grabbed my purse and keys. I was off.A few patrons of the club were sitting at the bar. I recognized some of the faces of the regulars. Some nodded a greeting my way. The waiter escorted me to a table just in front of the empty stage. I was nervous, or.