Blood is Thicker than Water, and c*m is Thicker than Blood
I had recently moved in with my niece, Renée, after separating from my wife. Renée was recently separated from her husband as well, so since we were both on the down and out so to speak, she had invited me to move in with her to help with the mortgage and to make her feel more protected at the same time.
I hadn't met Renée until she was 16, due to divorce issues, but we had developed a strong bond, possibly because we were both adults and we both modeled. She was now close to 30, and bore a startling resemblance to 1980's actress, Robin Matheson, with dirty blonde hair.
Renée's breasts weren't very big, perhaps a strong B cup, but they seemed to be rather firm, particularly for her age. She was constantly making references to th
