She felt a warmth flush over her. Quickly she looked around to see who might be watching. Then she stuffed her notes into a folder and returned to her...office to sketch up the idea. Her plan was to use the work shop on weekends when it's quiet. That way she could keep it a secret. For now.In less than a two weekends in the workshop she had a prototype. She held it up and looked it over. Luckily the lab was empty as she had planned. Blushing slightly she turned and headed for the bathroom. She. "I thought you might." Wellswood laughed, "I'll give you five minutes to finish. After that my guests will be waiting."True to his word Wellswood left them alone in the study, even closing the door behind to give them their last few moments of privacy. Neither of them spoke. What was there to say under the circumstances?When Anna was done with the French braid, she tied the bottom off with one of the emerald butterfly clips. She put the other one about half way up the braid. She stood and. I fucked her throat a few times and went back to my daughter's wet hole, pushing Diane's face back down roughly. "Lick it," I barked angrily, "lick her cunt like you sucked his cock!" I was fucking madly, pounding my pubic bone into my wife's face, bruising her lips, feeling the end of my cock hitting the far end of Susan's wet sheath, surprised that I could feel the sides, knowing that Ron's thick meat had been in there. I was overwhelmed with the passion and the wrongness of fucking my own. "The man put down the book and rose, a wide grin on his face. "Morgan! You made good time from the border. We weren't expecting you for a couple of days. By the Goddess, it's good to see you. Welcome back." The two embraced. "Come, sit and tell me about what you've been doing." He looked at the servant, "Bring a couple of bottles of the best wine we have in the cellar. And a glass for yourself." Yes, sir!" The servant left, still grinning.Morgan said, "Thanks, Father, I haven't had any good.