Our sex life never really got going again after her depression, and she would rarely tell me that she loved me anymore.When I tried to talk to her abo...t our problems, she would often start babbling on so fast that I couldn't really understand what she was talking about. Often the subject she was talking about (normally things that I had done) would change so fast that I couldn't keep track of what she was on about either. The one thing I did learn was that she was extremely unhappy with me but. . as I stroke I discover her pussy starting to get wet ... not as wet as my current girlfriend would get when I fingered her, but still wet ... ok, why not, I figure and let a finger start to push inside a little ... ahh, wetter in here I see ... more mumbles, legs opening further ... shit, now what am I gonna do I ask myself ... enjoy was the answer so I let my finger slide deeper inside until it was fully buried and I began to gently slide it in and out as I barely stroked my throbbing dick. They shook hands with me… and that is when I got a shock. The middle c***d was not a daughter but a son. I guess my Spanish was at fault. I would have hesitated if I had known from the beginning but in my mind this was a done deal. I would just have to figure something out later.Adonica was the eldest. Rosa told me she was thirteen, although she was so petite and short, she looked younger. Adonica was perfect in every way. She was a more slender miniature version of her momma. Joe: How. They’re not liberal thinkers about this sort of thing, like myself. Immigrants involved in incest, which is still banned in every state of the Union of which I’ve heard. Wouldn’t fly, I can tell you that. It would be back to Serbia for the both of you.“So, I really have grounds to fire both of your asses, now that I own this agency. Your bosses sold it out from under you, in case you wondered,” I grinned, sure that one could hear a pin drop in this kind of silence.“Are you going to?” Anton.