But he was not very active in bed otherwise he is good in nature. They tested themselves and his husband is having too less sperm counts to be a fathe... or not very much fertile in other way.Now they use sex rarely but his husband wants to be a father someday. They even had discussed about the opportunity of artificial methods but she is not sure of bringing up a child of unknown person. Silent tears were rolling down from her eyes as she was speaking all about it. She lighted a cigarette. Took. Fuck! I open my eyes and notice that he is stroking his cock. Fuck! I almost cum, but hold off as he pushes me off him. He stands up and smiles at me. His cock is sticking out of his pants and I turn toward him. He pulls his pants off and I get on all fours, showing him my ass. He kisses my back and then slides his tongue into my swollen pussy. After a couple licks, I explode with pleasure. Then he puts a finger in me. Oh my god. I need penetration, but I don't want a finger. He knows this and. I probably now worked more than my grandfather. Her grandmother bought what she sold wholesale and then tried to sell it for retail prices. I learned that’s what many of the people who ran stalls at the markets did. Some, like me, raised what they sold, but many didn’t. I learned that I could add more products, particularly when our products weren’t in season, the same way and make a little more, too. Rochelle probably was helping her grandmother acquire their products during the day while I. I stared up at my strong son, loving the domination in his eyes. I loved sucking his cock with my sister. Our tongues danced over his cock, brushing, caressing each other. Our lips met, kissed around his cock. It was so naughty. Clint groaned louder, loving our display.A door opened outside. Footsteps padded down the hall. Was it coming to our room?I engulfed the tip of Clint's cock. My pussy clenched. I didn't panic. I didn't try and pull away. I was my son's slave. I would do anything. I.