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 s...ile, 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 hot at our place. Thankfully, my pool was large, clean and we all. Judy was cupping his balls and fisting his root, and her face was right above his swollen, dripping knob. Then she was lightly kissing his satiny cockhead, and darting her warm, soft tongue out to flick at her son's bubbly piss-slit.Bobby fisted his cock as he saw his mother's full, red lips part and surround Scott's jerking prick. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. He'd done a lot of daydreaming, but never had he imagined in his wildest imaginings that someday he'd be in bed with his. Little did I realize what I was wearing and starting serving everyone. As I bent down to serve the sabzi, Abhay’s brothers had a good look at my deep cleavage. My mangalsutra had taken an erotic position between my boobs and they were enjoying my creamy cleavage. I happened to just realize and saw Abhay’s eldest brother Jatin stared at my boobs and he immediately started saying the breakfast is good today.I thought it was just a random sight and thanked Jatin for his compliment. Meanwhile,. ”Her husband, naturally, didn’t like the idea but begrudgingly went along with it. “Be careful though.” She knew that so drove an hour away to find a lounge with a better class of customers. She recognized the right place immediately. The swarthy owner explained that all servers got recorded for minimum wage and the standard percentage for tips but any bonuses they got upstairs were off the books. The girls brought in lots of business and he’d like to do “quality control” once a week. Would she.