. don't you Uncle Bob?" she said, and she shoved one of those delicious little bites against his lips.Naturally, he opened his mouth. Then he feasted ...hile she squealed and writhed, mewling and whining about how good it felt for him to suck her, and how he'd better not stop.An animal sense overtook Bob. He couldn't have told you how he did it, but he suddenly found himself on top of his niece, between her wide spread legs, the sheer gold panties dangling from one ankle. He didn't remember doing. He began kissing my neck and breasts with great passion and I slid him down between my legs. Talk about sparks flying. It was an incredibly triumphant feeling, having my husband so totally focused on pleasuring my vagina while ignoring his own needs. When Rick finished, we held each other closely and he kept telling me how weird he felt and how this thing was "growing on him." Talk about irony.The next two weeks were amazing and three months into our new life, Rick had passed the One-month. I suppose while getting her wine, I never did see him, and he never came out to look for her. He was no where in site. When she realized this, her knees started to buckle, and I wondered if she know about the rumor. I grabbed her right arm for support. It was then that she looked at me as more than a conversationalist. There was a little fire in her eyes, I assumed from anger, never the less, it was still there. She looked at me for a few seconds then proclaimed, " I need to pee. Do you know. The hunger would be fed.The girl stepped back and pulled off her shirt. She kicked off her shoes and stripped so fast that Spike was taken aback. His demon nature surged and he knew that she really would do whatever he wanted. Demons liked lust - it was used so often to corrupt that it was second nature to them. Spike was certainly no exception. He admired her slim body, breasts that were not too large, but swollen with lust. He noticed that her white panties were soaked as she slipped them.