They were served, and Susan took a healthy slug from her glass. Before the liquor could possibly have had any real effect, she visibly relaxed, arrang...d herself in the far inside corner of the large booth, and waited for it to do its work."O.K.," she said, finally. "Last Friday - 'week ago Friday -- Emma and I were having lunch near here, outside, right across the street -- there." She gestured behind her, toward the front of the restaurant. It looked as if she was indicating the bank. Anastasia swayed her way seductively to the stereo and turned on Swan Lake, Ballet Suite Opus 20 for warm up exercises. That was that stereotypical bullshit, I grabbed my iPod and plugged in my ear buds and vibed out to some old Three Six Mafia. Don’t get me wrong, I have appreciation for classical music but I wasn’t feeling it at the moment. I kept my eyes forward but this time it wasn’t focused on my niece but on Anastasia’s fine ass. She was graceful as hell, flexible too. As she made her. Not sure why but it is such a major turn on.I walk up to my darling husband with my cock bouncing in front of him. Ok baby, time starts now and I hit the timer on my phone and lay it in the floor for him to see. Suck my cock baby, take it all. Do a good job and you will get a reward. Brads lips take the head in, and I place my hand on top of his hand steadying it for more. Much more. Seeing my rough and tough husband sucking my fake cock is so freakin hot. I have no desire to see him suck a. Jessica loved him, he knew it; if she didn’t she would have told on him.Sharon, that bitch, she had let herself go. Maybe if she hadn’t let herself go, he wouldn’t have needed to go into his daughter’s bed. She had been so hot, once. Nice boobs, firm ass, perfect hourglass figure, lips to die for. She was a cheerleader, and a tiger in bed. But she put on weight; she was a bit soft and jiggly. She had wrinkles on her face. She was old, and fat, and she just wasn’t as good in bed anymore. And she.