But emotionally at this moment I realized he was never my lover. Brian was my lover, he opened me up, made me a woman. As I looked at them both, I kne... I could easily live with Brian as my partner, giving myself completely. But how would this partnership ever be accepted, we would always appear as though we were mother and son?My husband did go back to work and Brian again joined me in bed and we made love. And he again pressed his seed deep inside of me, once, than twice and a third time.. For some reason, I thought that would work.Actually ... why had I thought that would work?I had Marcie give me head while I thought about it.In my mind, she would immediately have agreed to that hypothetical; she’d have nodded, I could have woken her up, and I soon would have had some idea of how effective making a ridiculous hypothetical come true was.Just as I was about to cum (sucking cock is something that Marcie is particularly skilled at), I realized why I’d thought she would agree to it. " He smacked her thigh hard enough to make it tingle. "I said, don't talk." Oh, so he wanted to play that game. Disoriented from the blindfold, all of her other sense refocusing to compensate for the lack of vision, when she felt one large finger slide into her body she wanted to scream. It felt harder and larger than anything before. She knew logically that his cock was bigger than a single finger, but it certainly didn't feel like it at the moment. That finger swirled itself inside, then. .. drunk and need a wide... eride." She was pretty far gone.I went to hand her the phone when she looked outside and all of a sudden dropped to the floor behind the counter. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The beautiful - and I do mean beautiful - woman was crawling behind my counter. She had on a short - make that very short - black mini skirt and a white silk or satin blouse. It was unbuttoned down the front enough to see a sexy white lace bra and some great looking boobs.I got ready to.