"It's Marsha Rice from the Atlanta office. She and Wanda just got here. They've been shopping all day and must have stopped off for a drink or three,"...I said, leading her to the darkened kitchen.Patti began unpacking the food and I switched a night light on in Holly's den so we could see what we were eating."Do you want to invite them to have something to eat? I brought enough for Mr. Smyth, too," she asked.I took another look at the pool to make sure the two girls were still visible. They. We had to keep it a secretfrom him. Mom was even paying the psychiatrist in cash to avoid an obviouspaper trail for Daddy to catch.I waited for them to return by the front door with an anxious feeling inmy stomach that stayed with me from the moment they left. From the look onmother's face when she got out of the car, I knew that she did not get theanswer she was looking for.I asked how everything went, and my mom politely brushed me off. Herresponse spoke volumes to me, so I followed my. A worn leather sofa stood in the middle of the room in front of a large fireplace, two equally worn leather armchairs stood either side of the sofa, behind them was the kitchen area and a corridor that led off to what she assumed was the bedroom. "This is real cute." "Yeah it's not too bad, it's quiet, easy for me to get my work done." He moved through to the kitchen while she perched on one of the armchairs and watched him. He picked up the phone and dialed quickly. She heard him speaking. I was afraid. I had never before had anything put up my ass hole. She took her stance right behind me. I could feel the tip of her cock touching the edge of my hole. With her left hand she grabbed my hip, with her other she started to gently insert her dick in my ass. I could feel the head of the dick pressing into my anus.‘Just relax.’ She said and pushed her whole dick in. It hurt for a short while, but then it just felt great. I groaned loudly and so did she. She took a firm grip of my hip.