What was her fucking problem?Fuck her. I was tired of her rules. I had never done drugs, never smoked, never drank, never even kissed a boy....or girl... for that matter. I was teased in school all of the time. Look at "Anime!" they would taunt. "Hey, Anime, does your mommy still dress you?"Pretty fucking much. She wouldn't let me pick out my own clothes. They had to be "mother-approved."I was going to bed. Late at night was when the fun began. I always locked my door for privacy, even though. For women it was the place to be hit on and picked up. Susan had never been to the Sans Souci but stories about the Sans Souci Club abounded in her social circle. Some of her friends had gone there for girls night out and they had shared their stories with her. These were middle aged, mature, married women who told her of their adventures of attracting and flirting with men who would buy them drinks, dance with them, fondle them, and try to get them to have sex. A couple of her friends had gone. “Please Uncle Dave” and it was like she was begging however I came to the conclusion that what harm could it do? I knew how it affected me and her mother and in my perverted mind I wanted to know how it affected my niece.“Sure, we can share one” I replied and saw Megs face light up, we took our coffee out to the patio and I fired up the joint and immediately memories of last night came flooding back and I could feel more blood pumping into my manhood.I passed it across to Meghan knowing how. I make my excuses and he leaves me to continue on my game and leaves the room.Lockdown continues and days just feel like they are now dragging. Finding things to do is proving more difficult that I thought. Social media updated, Pic's of my body progress uploaded and filtered to show the whole definition in each of my abs. My biceps are looking bulging, my tattoos on my arms are chest are standing out and I'm pulling a cheeky pokey out tongue smile with little wink.Boredom is really making me.