Laying in bed, sleep seemed to elude me because I knew I wanted to go further than a hand job. Watching Bob's cum explode out of his dick earlier kept...passing through my mind as I began to subconsciously stroke my cock. Again, it didn't take long to but I did something I'd never done before, I cupped my hand and shot the cum in it. I slowly brought my hand to my mouth and sucked the cum in. Surprisingly I was shocked at the consistency and taste of cum. I knew then I would have dinner with Bob. It was well after noon when the phone on her desk rang."Annabelle Daescher," she mindlessly recited into the receiver."Belle, it's me, Jeffrey."Hearing just those four simple words caused her heart to leap into her throat. His masculine voice made the words erotic even as innocent as they were."Hello, Jeffrey. How are you this afternoon?" I'm doing quite well, and you?"She could tell that there was a smile on his face when he answered her and she could feel her smile broaden and become larger. Her belly was flat, with faint stretch marks from her pregnancies, but otherwise suggesting perfect breeding opportunity, with just enough weight on her wide hips so that she didn’t look unhealthy skinny. I loved her curves, and as she twisted while her shirt rose, I felt a stirring in my crotch.The fabric rose up, the hem brushing against the swell of her breast and catching on her erect nipple as as she revealed herself. Even though she had had a couple of kids already, her tits were supple. “Don’t I get a say in this?”, he queried.The two girls turned to him. Angelina said, “Not really, darling. This is purely a family dispute between us two.”Annetta challenged her. “But John IS family now – isn’t he, and it is his prick?”Angelina took stock of what Annetta had just said, and recognised the truth of it. “So? The argument is still between us girls.”Annetta pressed home her advantage. “We both need to know if John is willing to take on a second wife, don’t we, sister dear?”Angelina.