She handed Jack his travel mug ofcoffee made just the way he liked it. "Go! Get out! All of you!" shesaid in mock anger."Come on boys, you're runnin... late, I'll drive you." And Ann's menheaded out the door.Finishing her coffee, she went to the bedroom she shared with her man."Ten years!" she thought. "I was twenty-nine. Jack was thirty-twowith a six year old and a one year old to take care of. I hope I'vebeen a good mother, I certainly never thought I would be." She smiledas she felt his. My finger went back to her ass and again I tried to enter her. This time, with just a little pressure, I felt it give; my finger slid inside to be gripped tight. Encouraged, I pressed even harder, then my whole finger was disappearing into the heat of her depths. She ground her ass down, forcing me even further. I began to slide it in and out, as she bucked in time with my fingering.Her thighs were gripping my head, her fingers in my hair as she writhed against me; she was now moaning loudly.. I picked a couple of the quickest chores to accomplish first but I knew there was no way to get my chores finished before my lovely wife would get home. She doesn't often leave me a "honey do" list but she knew I had all day to get things done and she would not be happy if they weren't complete. I tried to think of a good excuse to avoid her finding out the truth.I decided to tell her I was just feeling unwell, I stopped doing any more chores and went inside to have a couple beers and a nap. My eyes were heat-seeking missiles following their target. I felt a tingle down my back. At first I could only see her head poke up above the crest of the hill, and then the 16 year-olds shoulders, her chest and finally her slender legs. She was absorbed in a conversation with a taller man to her right side, maybe six foot, laughing. Her smile was mesmerizing, enchanting. Our eyes met, but she looked away quickly at the ground to her left. I recognized the man as her father, the kind and.