Carol made herself comfortable on the couch while Sam poured the white wine. After handing Carol a glass, Sam walked down the hall towards her bedroom...Carol sipped her wine waiting for Sam to rejoin her. When Sam walked up the hall and into the living room, Carol gasped as she saw Sam's sexy black dress and black pantyhose. The dress was mid-thigh in length and her long firm legs seemed to go on forever. Carol stood and placed her wine glass on the table. She was staring at Sam's long legs and. He was so drunk that he had trouble even operating the automatic door remote on his car.’ I had to know more. The officers were listening. ‘Has he ever hit you before tonight?’ ‘He’s never hit me like that but…like I told the cops…he had a habit of pushing me into the bed or that couch over there…then he’d force himself sexually. I think he got off doing that when he was mad.’ ‘Was it only when he was drunk?’ ‘No, sometimes he’d just be mad about something I did or didn’t do. We’d argue. He owns a number of businesses and they sometimes make demands upon his time. He had insurance on his trip. This has happened before on plans of his.”Karen said, ‘He is older than my mother but never married. Since my mother is the only sibling so he hasn’t much choice but to put up with us.”Marco said, “I can imagine that being with his only relatives is good for him. Your tone suggests that he is well liked by you.”Marco looked to be late thirties or early forties. A much younger woman walked. I was writhing happily feeling all of the front of my body embraced by her soft wobbly flesh. Fucking Anita was like fucking on a water bed only you didn’t need the water bed. “Anita loves her new fuckboy,” she sighed as she looked me in the eyes. I moved in close and our lips met and opened, our tongues beginning a wet tango and she grabbed my ass with both hands forcing my cock as far as it could go into her slippery pussy. I could feel her juices dripping over my balls. Clearly this was no.