I started to give her cash instead of gift and she was too happy with this. She now treats me more nicely. I gave her this for more then three months ...nd with intentionally I stopped I this. I want to see her reaction. She was now very restless when I was there and she expected me to give her money, but I was ignoring this and I always try to chat her. One day when I went to their home aunty was in kitchen and I asked from Shahid that where is aunty and Shahid told me that she is in kitchen. So. She was so close to me, I could almost taste the scent of her lip gloss. "Are you okay?" Ariel carefully stood up off of me. "That must have been one hell of a nightmare." "Yeah..." my head fell back against the pillow, exhaustion overpowering the adrenaline rush. "It was the accident. Sorry..." "Why are you apologizing?" She frowned and sat down in the chair next to my bed, rubbing the bicep of my good arm. "It was a traumatic experience. Just breathe, doll." Breathing deeply helped, at least. The problem was that I was thinking of what it covered. This is my niece, so how could I be that horrible. Maybe 2 years was a long time. My mind was thinking about what they covered, the scent being left in them, and what it looked like inside them. My guilt rushing over me while at the same time, I was getting a raging hard cock. It was a battle of the mind and body and I know I had to get the relief by hand, and I did. The next day went much better. Lisa spent time with me in the shop. "You're staying here, mister. Lenore and I'll get you something to read, then we'll be back with lunch."Ben acquiesced, quicker than he might have, to Sandy's way of thinking. He really must be feeling unwell.Lenore picked out four science-fiction or fantasy books. "I don't think he's read these. These two are series he was reading before he left for the Army."Sandy smiled and nodded, then schooled her features into her calm mask. Lenore shook her head, muttering, "How do you do that?" but.