Of course, nothing of her connection to the Hitler family line was mentioned in her background report and she was never asked directly if she was rela...ed to the infamous dictator because such a thought was deemed ridiculous just on the surface. She joined a fencing club downtown and practiced twice a week to keep her sword skills sharp as a tack. The civilian males at the club were incensed that a woman was accepted as a member and the fact she was actually an American was downright disturbing. ..T...Tina, I had no idea. Mmm, that feels good." I have wanted you for a very long time Mary, my pussy gets wet just thinking of you."Mary pushes her firm arse against me, fingers teasing her stiff nipples. Grinding her arse on me, I pull off my t-shirt and press my breasts against her back. Kissing my way down her neck, Mary pushes her finger deep in her pussy. I continue kissing down her back as my hands rub her arse.Her moans get louder as she cums on her fingers as my kisses move to her. They weren’t there now. I didn’t think anythingof it. They were upstairs, each in their room gettingdressed. My wife had been in her dressing gown and myson in his pajama bottoms when we had breakfasttogether.I could have simply picked up my briefcase and left,but at that moment my wife let out a playful shriek andthat got me curious. I went upstairs, not making asound on the carpeted stairway.The door to the master bedroom was partially open and Ilooked in. What a jolt I got.My son. " I mutter on and on, waiting for that single moment of acquiescence, the vulnerable overtaking of the defended rectum. A momentary, powerful realization intersperses with my focused seduction, and I consider this powerful man I am holding in my arms, the jaw line closely shaven yet blueblack stubble just detectable, broad brow drenched in sweat and slicked with his wavy brown hair, incredibly long, black eyelashes splashed with tiny beads of perspiration. He is such a stud, such a prime.