She has a notebook with the login and passwords at her work, in her purse, and in a desk drawer in our home office. With her many sessions being open ...nd active concurrently she will quite often complain to me how slow it is and can I fix it. Tonight turned out to be one of those days and she asked me to do something about it. I went over and told her I see she has many windows open and so close a few. As she started to click on each one and shut it down in the background what finally came to. Me: You also look handsome, my boy.Nephew: Your lips are amazing. You have sexy eyes and a lovely nose. Your red lips are making me mad.Me: You are making me feel shy.Nephew: Can I kiss you once?Me: What? We are still not married and moreover, am still not ready. It’s been more than a decade since I kissed a man.Nephew: please aunty. You’ve not kissed any man for the last 10 years or so. But I’ve not kissed any woman in my life. Please, Suma.I was taken aback when he addressed me by name. I was. . fuck. But again I had struck out and was driving home alone.Straining my eyes into the darkness, I was aware of how desolate this stretch of road really was at this time of night. I hadn't seen even one car coming the other way since I turned off of the main road about ten miles back. There were no streetlights or any lights from any houses nearby. I figured it was because this area was mostly farmland and woods until you came to near town.Suddenly a yellow warning sign with a black, right. Her breathing and gasping was getting heavier, in rhythm with his powerful thrusts. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts mercilessly and pulling and twisting the phallus stuffed into her. Her arms and legs fought a useless battle against the shackles that held her open to his pounding, now faster and deeper. She thrashed about wildly, becoming one with the chains that bind her. She exists only to please as he ravaged her with ever increasing intensity. Her screams of joy crashed.