He led her directly to ‘his’ room and put the suitcase on the bed, which was a queen.“I made room in the dresser for your stuff,” he said. “...here’s plenty of room in the closet, too.”“Oh,” she said. “I’m taking your room. I’m so sorry. If I’d known, I would have stayed somewhere else.” It was a lie. She was well aware that she was putting him on the couch. That was part of ‘the plan.’“It’s okay,” said Bobby. “How come you didn’t just stay home?”“They’re using this opportunity to have the bug. Reaching up grabbing her throat I pulled her back to me, ripping her shirt open, her tits were free. I grabbed both of them firmly ,squeeezing them roughly, holding her back tight to my chest. Her feet dangling as my cock plowed deep into her asshole. I started pulling her nipple ring on her left tit hard she cried out. My right hand holding her mound with my middle finger inside her. I bit her neck hard breaking her skin, again she was squirting all over my hand, I pulled my dripping hand from. And strangely, in the dim lamplight of the Alcove,she seemed to have large, ripening breasts filling out thelow-cut bra she wore. It was an illusion of course, a trickof the light and a feverish imagination. I was looking at apretty teenaged girl in her underwear. One with my face andformNo, not exactly. There were differences, ones that shouldhave seemed obvious from the start. Her face wascaptivating. Coy, tender, and totally innocent, the face ofa Botticelli Venus. Her eyes were pools of. Once in the bedroom, he held her and kissed her very sexily several times. He said, ‘Oh, I’ve missed you so much. Joan, I love you and wish you would be my wife. I know I am much older than you and would be willing to share you with my son if I can’t give you all the sex you need. I have plenty of money for us to have fun together.’ He was removing her blouse and bra allowing her shapely breasts to be free. He complimented her on her beauty. She unzipped her skirt and let him pull her panties.