While passing the time by checking his email he heard the bathroom door open and he rushed to see if he might help her, but she was just closing the d...or to his bedroom, smiling back at him saying "See you in a few minutes."He assumed she didn't need help turning down the bed or getting anything from her suitcase and went right to the shower where the bathroom smelled of sweetness from her bath and rinsing shower. He started to get a little excited at the prospect of the first time making love. It has tractors hauling out loads, almost non-stop. Holy Hell, I say to myself, this place could hold UCLA practice field and still have the room. ‘Wow, Kate, I knew this place was going to be big, but…,’ we get out of the car and head up towards the customer service offices. Kate follows in tow, behind me, as she interrupts, ‘If the Bruins need a practice field, on the east coast, this could do in a pinch, you know!’ ‘…,’ I stop dead in my tracks, and look back at her, how she knew what I was. 

A couple of days went by without mentioning the campfire event. But I clearly saw a change in my niece’s attitude towards me. The occasional brush, her putting her feet on my lap at the diner table, the knowing smile, you know the stuff I’m talking about. In the last story, she had indicated that “she owed me and always repaid her debts”. 

I was content to let the campfire event be the last. After all she WAS my niece and had no right to expect more. I was wrong. 

That week was blistering. Tucker. Mrs Wilson was and older woman with curly brown hair, a little heavy set, big boobs. Mrs. Tucker was a smaller blonde with okay boobs and not too fat. Both had been swiming and were wearing panties and t-shirts. We started drinking and smoking when Steve went over and lifted one of the womens shirts. None of us could believe how big Mrs. Wilsons tits were. Bill then moved Mrs. Tuckers panties to the side showing a nice thick black haired bush. Then we looked at Mrs. Wilson’s bush. We.