He turned over much of his estate to his daughter and put some money away for his grandson. I found out that the mansion down the road belonged to the...Parsons family. That would be Ben's daughter and her husband. It had been known as the Johnson mansion until Ben gave it to his daughter and her husband.When I asked Ben about the mansion, he just laughed. He said life wasn't all about money but what you get out of life. He said Barb, his daughter, and her husband John were good people but all. He was making plans for me, getting me ready.“No.”He whispered, “Good.”He started stroking along my slit, each time pausing for a moment over my vagina. Then he circled gently teasing my flower open, making me ache for him to dip his finger inside. I was horny as hell, and could feel a flood of hormones pulsing with each heartbeat out to my arms and legs. It induced a paralysis designed by nature allow him to inseminate me. The anticipation was excruciating and delicious. He wiggled his finger. I felt a finger slip between my cheeks and into my cunt. I stiffened, wondering if he would notice the vicar’s nectar! He said nothing but finger fucked me a couple of times. Then, abruptly he whipped his finger from my passage and into my cream and come filled rectum!“Oh you awful dog, he was fucking you in the arse!” He pushed a second finger in and stirred the mess in my bum. A trickle of something oozed out onto my groin. I shut my eyes, I didn’t want to imagine what it was.“He fucked you. “Let’s see what you guys can do.”Tom hesitated, so I made the first move. Reaching over I grabbed the waistband of his underwear and slid them down. His cock sprang out, rock hard, and my wife drew a sharp breath. It was -- I think -- the first cock besides mine she’d seen since before our marriage, and her excitement was plain. She slipped one hand under the nightie and, uncrossing her legs, put the other in her crotch. I fell to my knees. I was aching to swallow Tom’s cock, but I decided to.