You aren’t actually looking to leave O’Malley Real Estate, are you? Caroline looked it up and we saw that your Dad had started the company over 25...years ago, as a one-man operation, and has had many Realtors over the years.”“Yes, that’s correct, Richard,” Jennifer said. “Right now, it’s just Daddy and me, he’s the Commercial Expert and I’m learning about the Residential side of things. I think he might want to get out of Residential, but I came along wanting to follow in his footsteps. My older. ” I listened to her as I sucked her nipples, “Want to go into the bedroom?” I stopped sucking her nipples and grabbed her ass and hips and asked her, “I can fuck you in your bed? Where your husband fucks you? Where you usually get fucked?” She smiled and slowed down grinding her hips and slowly go off of me. She leaned forward, letting her huge tits dangle in front of my face, I reached my hands forward and played with her hanging tits, squeezing them, sucking her nipples. She started to walk. Looking into his eyes, she slipped her hand hand down his tummy and into the front of his boxers, wrapping her slender fingers around the stiffy in his shorts. "Awww... She misses him, too!" She began stroking his hard shaft in his boxers, careful not to go too fast and make him squirt early. She was feeling a bit horny herself and wanted him to last as long as he could for her. She felt him begin to twitch in her fingers and quickly released him, pulling his four-inch stiffy through the flap. So I ignored, and more-or-less disguised, the existence of my raging boner, and gave Tess' still-naked body a scrumptious rub-down that had her moaning with pleasure. Then we drank one-inch of red wine each, served chilled. (Maybe you're not supposed to refrigerate red wine, but we do, anyway, and we both like it that way. So call the police.)Usually, after (and sometimes, during) one of these splendid, sensuous rub-down sessions, we would end up fucking each other senseless before we both fell.