There was a soft thud as he dropped to his knees on the floor, and then I felt his breath against me and my thighs were roughly pulled apart by hands ...early as big as his fathers. I barely kept my feet in my comically high heels. I turned my head to the side and watched my bosss face while his son explored me. He was no longer tentative in the least. I could feel his hot breath on me while he cupped my ass cheeks with his palms and used his thumbs to spread open my pussy lips, opening my pink. Chapter 2 After dinner they took off their shoes and walked out on the beach. It was cool but Marge asked to do it and she had her sweater to protect her from the slight breeze. George put his arm around her. It felt so nice to hold Marge close and walk with her, not talking, just enjoying the companionship and the sounds and smells of the ocean. They walked slowly for a couple of hundred yards and then back to the car. They brushed the sand from their feet and donned their shoes and George. The next morning was extremely awkward to say the least. As usual, I was the first to wake up. At some point during the night I must have rolled off my daughter, but she was still sleeping peacefully by my side, snuggled up against me to keep warm. I’d hoped that it was all some kind of a bizarre dream, but seeing my naked daughter next to me and looking to the other side of the bed where my son was still sleeping with his head resting on his mother's chest made me realize that it actually. He ordered coffee, though, and after a sip and a few pleasantries got down to business.He looked at me and asked, "Do you have any computer skills? Databases, spreadsheets and such, for instance?"I pondered the question. My skills weren't at geek level, but I could navigate fairly well."More than some, less than others would be my guess," I said."Would you be willing to learn?" he asked.What was this, a job interview? "Yes," I said."Do you think you could work with Dusty here?" he.