The husband was around 50 years old, tall, long-haired and fairly handsome in a powerful, rugged way. He owned a few establishments scattered around t...e village and his wife basically ran the tourist bar for him, leaving him free to operate his other bars and venues. His name was Renaud, a name I was to come to love and fear in equal amounts as the years passed.Many of the staff from the restaurant frequented the bar in their off-hours and I found myself there on most days chatting with Renaud. But my eyes were also stuck on his hard cock. This time it was even bigger than before. He came closer to kiss me. I slowly hugged him and we fucked and fucked like we were mad.I don’t know where all that shame was gone. He asked me for a blowjob but I said no. However, he licked my pussy and he enjoyed doing that. After our first round in missionary position, we sat having his cock inside and my legs wrapped around him. We talked for a few hours and finally slept.The next morning I woke up. "I can take care of you and Sarah. I got the money and the house to do so, I would love to have both of you live with us. We are a family." Marianne looked at Sarah. Sarah was nodding and giving her a pleading look. Marianne let out air and spoke. "Well, I have to admit that tonight was something truly amazing. I've never let a man fuck me, and frankly, I could have gone through life without it. I don't know what it is about you, but you are the only man I care about. What you did tonight, I. "I searched her expression for a faint chink of compassion. Come on Mom!Say it! Say it's a joke. Tell me that Avril put you up to it. Tell methis is a joke and the joke is on me. We'll have a good laugh and thenyou can give me back my real clothes. Why isn't she smiling?Mom shrugged. "Are you still debating on whether or not to have a goodtime?" I suppose I'll have to wear the clothes as you've left me no otherchoice. But it doesn't mean I'll have a good time doing it," I said as Icast my eyes.