We'd come here and all the words I had inside me would come out in the right order and you'd hear them and understand and everything would be all righ... again." Michael kept his voice steady but his body betrayed him, trembling slightly. "I'm sorry. It should have been perfect." Gemma turned away and looked at the stream. "There should have been ducks," he said. "There were last time. Ducks and a dirty great swan." He plucked a few blades of grass and tossed them idly on the water's. That of having her son's massive cock buried deep inside her. Her juices were oozing from her pussy and sliding down between her butt cheeks and she squeezed them together as she felt her anus become wet. Lost in the image of her son's cock in her thong and in the one in her mind which had it inside her, she lifted her left foot up onto the desk in front of her, and slid her fingers back out of her pussy before reaching around under one leg and sliding a finger into her anus, all the while. She was an attractive housewife working in the evening for her own spending money. Kelly always dressed nice for work, most nights she wore a dress or skirt with pantyhose underneath and high heels. You could say she was always done up nice. After getting to know her better I found out she had children who were are all grown up and had gone off to college as well, and she wanted to do something for herself. Like I stated earlier, her own spending money. There had been a few times I had found. “Yes,” I replied. “This is going to take a few minutes,” she called out from the open doorway where she stood peering in at me. “I can wait,” I replied. From where I sat in the conference room, I could see her working at her desk through a small window. I casually took note, trying to not be too obvious, that she answered the phone several times. After a few more minutes, she reappeared in the conference room doorway. She silently stepped into the conference room and closed the door behind.