My boss is there again and our conversation is less polite then yesterday and she tells me that if I’m late again this week I will be docked my pay ...y however long I’m late. The next few days I got into work late and my boss got more angry and frustrated with my lateness. On Friday she told me if I was late again she would be forced to suspend or fire me. I left her office and went home, hoping the weekend to relax would ease things. Monday came round and once again I got up late. I rushed. “You are a sweet sweet girl.” I said this to her, then realised that she was so far gone in pre-climatic bliss that my words were barely registering with her at all. I drew the words on her clitoris, using my cunnilingus braille to tell her how delicious, how special, how tasty, how beautiful she was. I watched her legs and hips thrust and buck from the bed in jerking spasms that resembled the goldfish that I had left outside of its bowl, and continued to eat her out. By now all that was coming. He plugged my mouth with his undershorts. We could afford those now. Naked from the waist down, he unbuttoned my clothes. I watched his dick harden, while he worked off my pants He had to untie one leg briefly to get better access to my cunt, after extracting the last pant leg.Five minutes later, after of all that build up, he didn’t fuck me. He just rattled off how stupid a junkie I was, while he jerked on his dick. If he hadn’t gagged me, I would have begged him to suck on my pussy, to shut. I was making small talk with her friends when she leaned toward me ear. I didn’t recognize the perfume but it smelled lovely on her. ‘I told my friends that I wanted to spend time with you, Uncle Kyle. Let’s go find a quiet place to talk.’ We walked down the street and found a quiet coffee shop where we sat and reminisced. The time flew as we caught up on our lives. I told her about my marriage and how my wife had passed away a few years back and she told me about college and her search for a.