They had yet to sire a child, though the subject was rarely discussed. Tara was busy with committees, fundraising, and such, while he ran the ranch. I... was a peaceful, yet passionless marriage. Pierre shook his head to clear it. Divorce was unheard of, and he respected Tara too much to have an affair behind her back. He knew when he married her what he was getting into, yet at times he felt regret. Moving closer to the girl, though still not touching her, Pierre slowly drifted off to sleep. He. She stared at the ceiling and considered the ramifications of her actions. There was no turning back now, she realized. Even if she'd wanted him to, her young son couldn't just forget that he'd fucked his own mother's cunt.And she didn't want him to. A lascivious smile spread across Lana's face as she remembered how her boy had pounded her pussy the night before.And not even her ex-husband had fucked her as beautifully as her son. Lana pushed the sheets to the foot of the bed, exposing the. It is almost five," she responded. "Well, have a good weekend. I'll see you Monday." Jack said. "You too, Mr. Benson," she added. I heard Jack step onto the elevator. Joan came over to me and spoke. "I'm leaving now, it is almost five. You'll be alright?" "Fine. I found the problem," I said. "Great. Mr. Benson will be happy. Have a great weekend, Alan." "You too Joan," I responded. I finished up screwing down the junction box as Joan walked off. After making certain the wiring was secure, I. She began pressing her finger against my asshole in time with the thrusts into my mouth and in no time she had worked one finger into my ass to at least half of its length. In spite of myself I moaned out loud. “Oh you like this, do you?” Tina asked with a smile in her voice “you’re such a good slut”. With that Tina worked a second finger into my asshole along with the first, I moaned again louder. Tina picked up the pace and depth with both her cock and her fingers and pretty soon I was.