"That would be your decision, Mister Desmond, but I admit I do enjoy our little chats."She gave a small smile and went into her office. I stared at th... closing door and thought, 'maybe I have opened a crack in her defences.''Our little chats', as she called them, were nothing more than an exchange of news of what had been happening in our respective departments; more like a team meeting than a tête-à-tête, but beggars can't be choosers, and merely sitting across the table from her in the staff. I’m Brad Thomas, father of the bride,’ I introduced myself. ‘You must be Aunt Molly.’ Molly chuckled, put out her hand and replied, ‘I guess I am. I’m Molly Jackson.’ ‘Would you like to dance Mrs. Jackson?’ ‘Only if you call me Molly.’ I nodded and led her to the dance floor. ‘I guess I owe Alyssa or Justin for you rescuing me from being a wall flower,’ Molly said smiling. ‘Not at all. Alyssa reminded me that I’m the host of this shindig and that I should mingle with the guests. I’m glad she. .....I should bring mine round next time..." What makes you think there will be a next time" she askedShe started laughing when my face dropped"Don't worry I'm loving this as much as you. Of course there will be anext time..." she mocked"Well enough sight seeing...my other secrets will have to wait. You and Ihave work to do girl"I was intrigued by the further secrets but dutifully followed herdownstairs. In the kitchen she handed me a duster, cloth and polish"Dust the living room and dining. Well, we were nearly at the foot of the bed, so there was no way I was going to get her nipple to the headboard, but I tried."Oh, I'm gonna come," I said. "Wait," she answered and she rolled back over onto her back. "I want you to come in my mouth and I wanna taste my ass on your dick."I slid up and stuck my dick down her throat so far she started to gag. I went to pull out a little but she grabbed my cock and pushed it back in with one hand while she squeezed my balls with the other. I shot.