As she took a breath to begin to speak, I silenced her once again with a kiss, though this one was deeper, and far more passionate, driven more by lov... rather than lust. “Alex... We can’t, it’s not right...” she mumbled, refusing to make eye contact with me. “Look Vicky, I know we’re related but I’ve always had a thing for you, especially since Paris. I’ve realised what a beautiful woman you’ve become and want nothing more than to be with you. Getting an erection in the lounge a minute ago, I. .I can't do that.".She looks down at me with a disappointed look on her face, "Oh?". She leans over, grabbing my cock, she says, "Well I don't believe that, not after last week. Though I guess I could call the Police, and/or your mother telling them that you smoke, have pot here, and a bong!"Now I have a startled look on my face, "Ho-" I'm not stupid you know! It's not like my husband is locked up for nothing!", She interrupts me with an angry look on her face. She kneels down, and squeezes my. So you can't stop them, no matter how crazy and intense it gets." He took a sip of coffee and asked, "Can you handle that?" Quickly I said, "Wow!" My head was spinning like a whirlwind. My brain was saying ‘no’ but my pussy was saying ‘yes’. "Yeah, I think so. Sure! Why not!" "Okay. So you'll do that part?" Robert quickly said. "That part!" What do you mean that part?" I asked, while thinking what the hell more could there be. "Well. The big one is next," William added. "Oh boy!" popped out. I had started, erased and started over several times, toiling over the introduction. I decided to get the meat of the article done first, laying out the details and then worked my way back to the introduction. That worked much better. Now I just needed a finish.“You’re reading it anyway, aren’t you?” I said accusingly, under my breath.Jen looked cutely guilty and averted her eyes, then tried to hide a smile.I sighed and slid my notebook to her and just let her read it.She gave it a long read.