“... And you’re sure your daughter left them in here ma’am?” said a scruffy sounding male voice.“Of course I’m sure. They were a very expe...sive pair of gloves; I thought she’d take better care of them. We searched the entire parking lot, but they aren’t there, so she must have left them here during our movie last night,” replied a woman in a high pitched voice. “I assure you sir, it won’t take long to find them. I remember exactly where we sat. I wanted to sit up close in the front, but my. What made it worse was that I have not had any type of sexual contact of any kind for the past three months. So having my attractive niece straddling me as if she was riding my cock was a bit much for me to handle.Jess and I have always flirted with each other. That was our relationship, we never acted upon it and our flirtation never crossed any lines. Though I admit to fantasizing about what it must be like to be on the receiving end of a blow job from her. Her face was round and her jaw line. With you on top of me, a shiver runs down my back. You smile, kissing me on the lips yet again. When you break the kiss, your lips find their way to my throat, my breasts, my stomach and my thighs. I begin to shudder in excitement, and just when I feel like I can't take it anymore your strong hands deftly bring my thighs wider apart. My hands grab at the bedding under me in anticipation, and as your tongue makes its way to my dripping cunt I dig my nails into the sheets and my back arches. Martin laughed; though he did like the female flesh.Weekends were interesting. Given that they were there because of drunkenness, if they went out on a Friday or Saturday, they had to leave the cars and had to come back sober. He had an 11pm rule too. Since they were nearly adults, this might have been a bit draconian, but they didn’t think they could argue. Inevitably, one night a couple of glasses of Chablis turned into a couple of bottles for Sarah and Chris. They staggered in at 1am and to.