” I replied.“Are you gonna fuck me now?” I swallowed hard. This was it. I knelt up between her legs and Sandra glanced down at my erection whi...h was bobbing about.“You’ll be gentle won’t you?” Sandra glanced up at me and then back at my cock. “He’s a big fucker isn’t he…”“I’ll promise I’ll be careful.” I reassured her as she reached out for the condom and expertly tore off the wrapper. She handed it to me and luckily I managed to put on without making a fool of myself. I looked down in. He had never stayed away from hisold house since he was adopted and the prospect of being pitched into atotally new environment with this assertive and forthright woman madehim nervous. However he couldn't ignore this opportunity for escapeinto adventure. It was now or never. "Thank you very much indeed MrsBeaufort. I...I would be very happy to accept your kind offer." Excellent! But don't call me Mrs. Beaufort. Call me Aunt Florence.Now, do you have any personal possessions you wish to bring. At first, she was reluctant to put on my choice, but I insisted. I sat on the bed as she dressed; first her bikini knickers were pulled up over her shapely thighs, and then came the short skirt with its six-inch side split. Once this was zipped into place, she posed for me for a couple of minutes with a lustful smile on her face, her naked bust thrust out proudly. Next, she picked up her white blouse and slipped it on and buttoned it up over her braless boobs. I stood up and as I kissed her wet. Read quality of life as being with my husband and my friends for as long as possible. Now get to work! I hear the head of HR is a hard-ass.”Everyone went to their desks and we went to work. I sat across from James and tried to code the software we had been working on, but I was a mess. I would type in a few lines, then go back and correct all of the errors I’d just made.“James, I can’t seem to focus. I’ve entered this same line of code four times and I still can’t get it right.”“I know. I’m.