.. "I have always been in love with your father. Even before your mother died… I know it was wrong… You know I wasn’t married when I had Jolene�...� and your dad was so kind to us when I came to work for him.” She paused.“We have lived together for the last five years and now we are married. I love him and all … but you and I are actually closer in age…” Eric held her and kissed her once more…. This time she didn’t resist. His hand moved to her breast patting and stroking while her long fingernails. I watched her look up at her husband, put her head on his shoulder and close her eyes. Wouldn't it be funny if she fell asleep? I must have been smiling to myself when I turned back to look across the table again. Perhaps the girl had changed her mind.Something white caught my attention. With Mrs. Patrick and her husband out of the way my eyes had a clear shot at Ann Hastings. And, she was looking back at me. I had to remind myself to breathe as I lifted the napkin from my lap and deposited it. She was moaning in pain but kept sucking my cock. I removed her petticoat and panty made her completely nude. Her pussy was clean with no hair. I put her on the couch and started to lick her pussy.She was going mad and kept moaning, “Fuck me, fuck me.” I completely forgot about Mark. While I was licking her pussy I gave a missed call to Mark. Within no time he came inside and was watching me silently. I asked Priya to ride me, such a horny bitch. She was riding me as if it’s the last day on. I moaned and cried as I met his every thrust and my head whipped from side to side. I was at the very edge of the precipice, and from the urgency of his groans he wasn’t far behind either. “You like it when I fuck you like a whore don’t you?” he asked his voice strained from his building pre orgasmic tension.“Oh yesssssssssssss daddy, I dooooooo.” I responded breathlessly between moans.“Oh…ohhh daddy I’m Cummming soooooooooooooooooon.” I screamed as my pussy muscles gripped and squeezed his.