I stepped out of the kitchen and living room and found myself contently sitting on the couch in the den (located in my basement). To be honest, it was...a young adults paradise. Two closets, a desk with a computer and television, and even a couch. I had learned to spend a lot of my time in that room, to get my work done and finally have a bit of time to myself. However, today was completely different. I wanted my time. My pussy was aching for a bit more action, one orgasm was not going to be. Slowly I inserted my finger in her cunt and started finger fucking her. That was too much for her. She let go of her loud cry with ecstasy. Her cunt was now getting wet and warmer. I was enjoying moving my finger inside her warm and wet Pussy. I was touching and pressing her inner walls and her g-spot with my finger. It appeared it was her first time as soon as I touched her g-spot she moaned loudly.Then she started to kissing me. First on my chest, then on my neck and then on my lips. We. Only in certain God-fearing areas of North Wales and the Western Isles of Scotland will you experience anything similar today.Some corner shops would open for a few hours to sell milk, bread, sweets and newspapers, but anything else was almost impossible to find - even petrol stations were closed unless they were on a main road. The motorway network we now take for granted was under construction, and most people lived and worked locally. There was very little traffic on a Sunday morning, and. Jim said that he made plenty to support all of us, but couldn’t afford to send two kids that weren’t even his to college. No one argued with that. The subject kind of dropped after that, and we went right back to our normal routine of fucking like depraved animals, which, given the circumstances, we were. But the question stuck with me, and being the conniving little slut that I was, I devised a new plan to make all the money we’d ever need. Maybe enough for Jim to quit his job, and stay.