See, this compass I have is broken, so I have an excuse to walk in the wrong direction. See? It will work…’ She gazed at me with sad eyes and shoo... her head. ‘No,’ she responded, and with shaking hands lifted the barrel of my gun and placed it against her temple. ‘Please,’ she repeated, ‘help me.’ Tears welded up in my eyes as I finally understood what she desired. I thought of talking her our of it, telling her that she could learn to love me and all would be peaceful again. I kissed her then,. Judy waggled her tongue at him and said, "cum all over my tits sweetie."Oh fuck yeah! They looked so much more tempting than the baggy appendages his wife possessed - but not as lush as his daughters. Fuck it! He imagined what she was up to with that fat friend of hers and felt less guilty for this secret tryst. If she took him down she would go right along with him. He made up his mind to thank Judy with a big load - after all, it's was thanks to her for making the discovery - if she hadn't. She kind of struggled to get away but he kiss got to her and with a "you naughty boys" she began to kiss him back. As soon as he really started to put his touqne into her mouth she pushed him away, stating "you are really something, but I don't think this is proper, so you just sit over there and behave yourself. With that she move over next to me and said "Son, you had better protect me, I think my nephew likes older women." So, I played the protective son and put my arm around her shoulder. She wore a tuxedo-printed T-shirt with a v-slash cut-away at the bottom that just exposed her pussy. We all got a good laugh and persuaded Wendy to drop the servant role and sit and have breakfast with us. And what a breakfast! There was baked apple-cinnamon French toast that was unbelievable. Sausages. Bacon. Melon balls sprinkled with goat cheese. More coffee. Hot cinnamon rolls. And Mimosas. We were at the table eating, laughing, joking and staring at each other’s naughty bits for an hour.