With that, I smiled back at her and left her room.***The rest of the day went by casually.We acted like nothing was out of the ordinary, but knowing e...ch others secrets lingered over our heads. We knew each other better now. We became closer. I helped her cook dinner and things were more playful than usual between us. It was as if there were no more inhibitions, but of course, none of us brought up the fact that we had fantasized about each other. It was too weird to talk about over dinner, and. Bill and Denise both knew that a word from her would have repercussions for their families. That kept them both in line, despite her technically being Bill's concubine."Do we have to?" she replied, "I'm waiting for my nail varnish to dry." Why did Bill have to ask her to go out at such an inconvenient time?"I'm sorry Flic, we have to go. Orders." Bloody orders," she called to him. "Always interfering with the important stuff." She closed her robe and came out of her room to see Bill. He'd been. It seemed she had received permission to come over and help, (though he didn't know how, he was somewhat glad Millie was the only type of company he really liked anyway.)He told her he was out in the east fields and would be there in about 20 minutes. Upon arriving he was impressed with her dress and the type of boots and gloves she wore."Is that invitation to come over still being offered?" she smiled shyly hardly looking at John, more looking at the super hard bulge that was now tenting his. But the release relieved his fever, allowing him the self-control he wanted to engage his niece in more relaxed and mutually satisfying love-making during the rest of the night. Rosalie indulged more of Roger’s postponed familial fantasies. They petted and fucked, then petted and sucked, then petted and fucked some more. They were insatiable. By morning, his balls were dehydrated. On the contrary, her stomach and womb were swamped with swallowed and snatched ejaculate. The exhausted niece and.