From the moment he goes in the morning, I look forward to him coming home. I can’t wait for him to come home, lift up my top and suckle at my breas...s and have his fill of me again. When he’s not with me, I fantasize about it. And the sex! You wouldn’t believe it. I’m telling you – pure sex heaven!!!!!! And you know better than anyone how many men I had before Mark. And remember when I was an air hostess? If it was male - I fucked it! But with Mark – it’s just awesome. I can’t. And, again, it was hot and dry. After dinner, I pulled on my shorts and went to the garage to workout. It was a good, hard workout. And an hour later, tired, sweaty, but pumped up, I mopped myself with a towel. My eyes caught my reflection in the mirror and I started posing. Arms raised, my huge biceps flaring above my arms like small mountains, my shoulder muscles compressed into a ball. Veins popping out across my biceps. Then, turning sideways and flexing my thighs.I wanted to get the full. But, by the end of Thursday afternoon’s English class, we were chatting like we’d been friends forever as we walked back to the lockers in the common room to get our things.“Do you want a lift home?” she asked as I took my coat out of my locker.I closed the locker and stared at her. “Seriously?”“Yes, seriously, I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t mean it.”“What about Grace and Emily? Don’t you usually take them home?”“They’ll cope,” she said with a dismissive hand wave.“They won’t be upset?”“They. “Tell me, brother dear,” Jennifer said to me as herdaughter slurped my schlong, “you want to fuck yourniece, don’t you? Monica, do you want your uncle’s bigprick inside of you?”Monica pulled her mouth off of me and nodded. “Yes, ohyes. Fuck me, Uncle Carl.” She leaned back, her handsquickly going to her tits and squeezing the rubberynipples. Her legs opened, showing me her henna-coloredtriangle.“Wait!” Jennifer said. “Your uncle.