" she said, turning her eyes to her son. "OK?"Both teens nodded. There was a sinking sensation in Debbie's stomach."OK," said their mother. "That prop...rty is owned by Robert Nettleton. It has been for years. He was overseas for a long time, but now he wants to come back and live there. It's his house. He's very rich and he has his money in the bank ... where I work. They want me to take care of his financial needs ... pay his bills and things like that. I can't turn that down. It's not exactly. I finally had room for all of my clothes in the wardrobe, I could decide what time I wanted to turn the light off and go to sleep and I could finally masturbate without worry of my brother hearing me. I also no longer had to hear the sound of him wanking himself off almost every night. I have to admit it though, sometimes when I was really in the mood for it, I would go to the bedroom earlier than my brother to release the sexual desire I felt raising. Quite often, my brother would come in to. I don’t think she even noticed that I was not paying her tits any attention at all. The dog continued licking away and was shuffling forward to get closer to the action. Jenni was by now; completely lost to the intense feeling she was receiving and thrashed her head from side to side with the back of her hand still in her mouth. The sight just blew me away. There was my wife, the woman that I loved so deeply, being sucked to oblivion by my second love after the kids. Already excited, I almost. We never even changed positions just stayed standing with her bent over the hood and me fucking her pussy from behind. And when I finally came it was such a relief and I exploded hard inside her. I kept humping until I felt myself going soft and then slowed to stop.Then as we pulled our selves together we really cracked up laughing seeing that Jennifer had left hand prints all over the hood of her dad’s always freshly waxed Bentley. We had to find some towels and polish in the garage wall.