“I’m married now,” Ellie says firmly. “You have to admit you enjoyed it though,” Sam says playfully. “I may have back then, but I can’t ...ow.” “Why not, no one has to know.” “Sam,” Ellie says in a warning voice. “Does your husband even know I'm here? Did you tell him?” he asks. “No …” she admits softly. “But that’s cause...” “Don’t kid yourself,” Sam grins triumphantly interrupting her. “You didn’t tell him cause you were secretly hoping something would happen.” “No! That’s not….” “Not what? Not. He told the boy on the counter about my problem. The counter boy handed over him some pairs of panties little bigger than what I took with me in trial room. He came fast and knocked the door asking me to open. I opened the door and he entered in by closing the door behind him. There he saw me standing and the panty which I had to try was just up to my thighs, it had not gone up the skirt at all. I told him that the only panty I liked didn't fits on me as I haven't told my size to the boy, he. Come here and eat your mother out.”He swallowed. “W-what about Dad, Mommy?”“He's busy.” I crooked my finger at him, staring at him with hungry eyes.He paused his game and then stood up. He wore a t-shirt that clung to his chest and a pair of athletic shorts. His cock was growing hard again. I shuddered, loving that sight. As he came to me, my pussy grew hotter and hotter in my panties.“Mmm, what are you doing?” I asked.“Mommy?” he asked, stopping.“You're not naked.” I shook my head. “When we're. “I at least want something to slip into as well as slip out of.”I knew from the beginning that this decadent little weekend – yes, weekend – would be a Master PC Special, with my best man, the good Doctor, violating untold number of people to make this his idea of my perfect weekend. Fortunately for me, he did not consult me on any of these notions. The better to surprise me, of course.Yeah, right.The first clue I had that this would be that kind of weekend was his flatly stating that no one.