The bidding is frenzied, the buyers see her qualities and they understand that her owner has given her away and the have seen the reaction she can giv... to her owner. As I dress and leave the ring for the circular stands the money is still going up. The bid has long passed the auction house record and it takes a while for the momentum to peak at an extraordinary sum. The bidding finished and the auction master comes over to me with the payment for my old milk cow.I tell him that I'm not happy.. ”We all laughed and ran for the barn, Laddy leading the way.Once inside the barn we played a little game of grab-ass. Grandpa and I rubbed all over Mom, squeezing her tits and ass, and running our hands up between her legs to tweak her asshole and pussy. She, in turn, grabbed us by the ass and stroked our now hardened cocks through our pants. We took turns kissing her on the lips and probing her mouth with our tongues. Laddy joined in the frolic by bounding in circles around us and barking to. At first, she addressed me as Mrs. Cannon, and she'd talk about my husband,and the bad things he was doing to some group or other as a United States Senator.That's right, he's Senator Jack Cannon. You already know what state he represents,everyone does. And, of course, that makes me Sharon Cannon, the Senator's trophywife. We'd been married almost a full year. I was his second wife, 24 yearsold to his 51 years old. I believed our marriage to be idyllic, with no reasonto suspect otherwise. Well,. Do you know, I don’t think I tried to resist any more - and as I felt the draw towards her, I felt a power surging in me that I hadn’t known for years.Now we both knew what was going to happen,we both relaxed. She smiled, as I opened my body to her, and said something, I don’t know what, and looked away quickly. This was it - I reached out to touch her face, and our eyes met, and then we were kissing. Gently, first, like a teenager, and then our tongues flicking, dancing. What a thrill went.