Cathy chuckled and kissed me. "I'm sorry, baby. I hadn't really thought it through before we agreed to let her stay with us. Somebody needs to give my horny, sexy niece a good p***y-pounding on a regular basis. You're the only one I trust to do the job."
"You're shitting me," I snorted. "Cathy, if this is your idea of a joke—"
"No, Mike," she said. Her expression was completely serious as she shook her head. "You know the guys who live around here. Would you trust any of them to have s*x with Tamara? You know damn well any one of those immature bastards would run their mouth off, and then she'd be right back in the same mess—there would be a line of guys ready to fight for their turn to get into her panties."
I thought about it and nodded. That sounded entirely accurate. But still...
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