“Can I ask you a question?” Rachel intoned. I didn’t respond, but waited for the question. “Are you married?” she asked. I had not anticipat...d a personal question. “Yes,” I replied. “Why the question?” “I was just curious,” Rachel replied. “Does it matter?” I asked. “Not really,” Rachel replied. I figured two could play the game, so I asked, “Do you have a boyfriend?” “No,” Rachel replied. “Does it matter?” Rachel asked. “No,” I replied. “So is there something special that you need or want?” I. I did have to be rather careful here, as my wife was asleep in the bedroom and could potentially have walked in at any moment, which would have brought my life at an abrupt end. I was however, so horny and obsessed with my beautiful young niece, that I had to take the chance. By now I had slipped my hand down her nightdress and was fondling her gorgeously small breasts, which felt like nothing on this earth I can tell you, so soft and smooth and those tiny little nipples just adding to the. ‘It was in seventh-grade biology class. The teacher announced to the class one day that he was going to hold a contest, and that everyone had to participate. We were all supposed to come up with a name for the rat he had in the classroom. The person who came up with the best name would win the rat.’ She smiled, and arched an eyebrow at me. Thinking I’m seeing where this is heading, I smile and arch one back at her. We do that a lot – eyebrow-arching. ‘Well, my friend and I had been in a play. Emma turns to glare at the other woman. “I can’t say the same about you. That shirt alone is awful. Did you get it off the bargain rack?”This grabs a few laughs from the other students nearby. Emma has always been in the click with the popular girls in high school. She had wit and pretty good looks but she was never the super popular type. Here in college it is a different scene but not too different. She is still semi popular and her wit has only improved since high school.“Actually I got it.