I spent the workday thinking about the taste of my niece's tender pussy - and the feeling of her thighs wrapping around my face as she trembled through the orgasm that I had given her.

In the bathroom, I looked in the mirror. There wasn't much to turn a woman away - but there wasn't much to attract one either. I looked at the spare-tire I was carrying around my middle. There was no guarantee that Pammy would be back, but it wouldn't hurt for me to lose a few pounds.

A coworker came in and I looked into the mirror to see who it was. It was Bob. He'd...