Turning off the engine my mind went back to when we had first met. It was two years ago; I was single and a jobbing plumber living in Bristol and she ...as living with her partner in Cardiff. A problem with her bathroom plumbing solicited a call to my employer and off I went to remedy the fault. I didn't take long although she had booked a 2 hour slot so we sat around her kitchen table chatting over a cup of tea. She was about 30, spoke with a soft lilting Welsh accent and was pleasant to look. Then I married my brother." Holy shit. I'll be there as soon as I can." Better bring Mom with you." Good thought."*****From our house to Janet's parents' was about a two-hour drive. While we waited for them, Andrea and Janet and I started to work through the implications of the new information.Suddenly, certain things were becoming clearer to me. For one thing, the uncanny 'resonance' that I had with both Janet and Andrea, now seemed to be a clear function of our respective genetic connections.. Yeah, now I’d seen it in action, I finally understood what he was talking about. You can insist on Key Performance Indicators and daily reports until you’re blue in the face, but to keep a real finger on the pulse, you will always need the HUMINT input, with its ability to shine a full-color light on monochrome facts and figures.My musing reminded me just how incredibly lucky I’d been to find Helga. She’s married to one of our psychiatric consultants, Clifford Szymanski, and once their children. My muscles relaxed to accommodate him and he gradually increased the tempo until every stroke was smooth and silky. After a while he was able to switch between my holes with ease, and I was ecstatic. I loved it when we changed position and broke off occasionally for more oral sex but eventually I ended up astride him with his granite hard cock deep inside me and I was riding him rhythmically. He squeezed my tits firmly as I thrust my hips trying to milk him and I knew that he wouldn’t be able.