Greeley searched for information concerning Emily's state of sexual maturity. Jack in the meantime tried to gather himself together while he awaited t...e doctor's professional opinion."Ahh..." Dr. Greeley said after a moment, and then after closing the metal clipboard, he returned it to its storage hook. Looking up at Jack he said in a calm, clinical voice, "Well, it appears that our little lady has begun menstruating. Additionally it is noted in her chart that Emily is allergic to certain kinds. After a couple seconds she stood, pulled Jack up by his cock, looked at the kids. Don’t stay up too late, we’re going to bed.At the door of the bedroom, she knelt down in front of her husband and removed his sleep pants. Took off her nighty, and pushed him to the bed. He looked at her and she shook her head no. He knew it meant she was leaving the door open. She wanted the kids to see them.She pushed him onto the bed on his back, and straddled him. This was not a fuck, this was making love to. To call her a control freak is a total understatement. Sexual conquest and domination for her was a real and undeniable need. She had no trouble finding willing participants. At 44 years old, "five foot two and eyes of blue", hair of gold to her shoulders and an undeniable MILF/Cougar sexiness that surrounded her and overcame even the strongest of wills like a hot sea-fog engulfing the land. The land is powerless against the aura of the fog. It is pointless to resist. She will have her way with. The minute stretched to two, then three. Ginger found herself digging her fingers into his muscular back and ravenous for his mouth and tongue. Initiating a renewal of their kiss rather than ending it. She laid claim to Bruno's mouth and tongue with a possessive need.Bruno kissed her back, welcoming the onslaught of Ginger's tongue, his own lips surprisingly soft and compliant on hers."You taste so sweet..." He managed before Ginger moaned and pressed herself against him, her tiny hand.