I had got the kids up and off to school. My husband was off to work and I had started my work from my computer when I went to make the bed and decided...I would crawl in for a just a minute and rest my eyes. I must have drifted off. Exactly the sort of thing someone disciplined enough to manage a business from home is not supposed to do. And the damn garbage! I had completely forgotten to send it out with the kids when they went to catch the bus as I had promised.“Where are my jeans! Shit.. ’ ‘Can you wait another night? Because I know it’ll be damn hard for me.’ ‘Of course I can. Your child comes first.’ She sat down and helped him put all the goodies back in order, both his and hers. She began to get dressed, an awkward process inside a car, smiling to herself. Ethan had gotten her clothes off a lot faster than she could get them on. ‘How’s Debbie doing? I haven’t seen her in ages.’ ‘Great. She and Ward live in Nevada with their five kids.’ ‘Five kids? Wow! Why aren’t you in. - C’est un risque, oui.- Garde le quand même pour draguer : les gays raffolent des mecs mariés…Et il me quitte sur un autre clin d’œil pour aller servir une table. Je me retourne pour regarder la salle. Je suis le seul « célibataire » du bar, ça risque de rendre mon idée de plan compliqué. Ce serait probablement le cas dans un bar de rencontre hétéro mais j’apprends rapidement que les règles différent chez les gays lorsque le barman revient se planter devant moi :- On t’invite là-bas si ça te. Now get off of me, you pervert.”“Yeah, well, I’m not quite done yet. There was something that you always refused to give me that I still want.” Becky’s eyes widened as she realized what her stepbrother wanted. “You always say that I’m a pain in the ass. Well-” Phil laughed lightly as he began to slowly, excruciatingly slowly, pull down her light pink thong. “That’s about to come true, literally.”Phil unzipped his pants. Becky gasped at the sound. She had never let anyone fuck her in her ass.