You’re dressed to kill today” and gave that smile (non-fake for sure), and I have to say I kind of fell for it. He immediately said, “Hey it’s...too hot, can we walk and have some ice cream in the next block”. I took a step back immediately and said no thank you, as it was almost dismissal time. The very next day, he somehow caught me coming out of my apartment and he met me there.He brought back the ice cream thing claiming it was hot that day too. I was caught off guard and said okay without. My precious niece reached out and pulled my face tight against her now pulsating pussy, which was on the very edge of erupting in my mouth. I didn't let up the pace, and I kept finger fucking her until her whole body became wracked with an intense sexual release the likes of which I had rarely seen before. I stayed right with her as her body convulsed, and her face screwed up in a weird grimace, even as she unashamedly let her verbal response fill my ears:"Oh my god…oh my god…oh yes, OH YES! . As it subsided, I thought for a brief moment about Megan's suggestion that I taper myself to avoid the problem I'd had at school today. But the orgasm was so hot, I thought just one more. Three hours and seven more orgasms later I knew I was fucked for tomorrow.******It went on like that all week. I'd be unbearably horny all day at school, and then by the time I'd get home I'd be insatiably horny and spend hours unable to control myself. I lost count of how many times I came that week, but I. Nothing that is except for Maria wearing a pair of fishnet stockings and suspender belts. No knickers, no bra. Just one horny woman gagging to be fucked. My small brain took over from my big one instantly. But along with that came the guilt again. This time I couldn't blame the grog or the hooch.I just stood there looking at this sex mad wench and a big part of me wanted me to throw her back on the table and fuck her senseless. The more analytical and judgemental side said "Go get a beer." I.