One Sunday morning, I was sprawled out on the sofa in the recreation room not wearing stich of clothing under the thin sheet when she came in wearing ...er totally sheer night shirt and no panties at all.It didn’t take but a couple of moments and a short conversation that consisted of, “Good morning, your sister is still sleeping.”“You are looking mighty fine this morning, Betty Ann.”“Back at you, baby boy. What is that thing sticking up under the sheet?”“Sit on it and find out for true, pretty. We sat in silance for a few minutes, she looking at me with a sad face, when I smiled at her, her whole face would light up, making my heart jump.It was then I thought if she offers herself to me I cant take advantage of her like this. Angie rose and walked round the table to me and stood at my shoulder, I looked up at her and said whatever happens next is just between you and me, I don't want you throwing in your husbands face some night when you're having a row, ok!!!. Just between me and you. She'd gone from being a rather naive and inexperienced young wife who really didn't know that much about sex to a young woman who not only knew how to suck Tom's cock and bring him off but also how to fuck with him and ensure they were both amply satisfied. And Tom had noticed that Susie had also begun to pay considerable attention to what she wore and it was very obvious that she overtly tried to seduce him and get him to bed her.As Tom pulled his cock out of Susie's pussy, he looked down at. You should have been the one the company went to, not some unknown corporation. We, that is myself, Mr. Caddry, Mr. Parks, Mr. Rivers, and Mrs. McNarry, who couldn't be here, want to make the company what it was about fifteen years ago. Something changed but it was so gradual that we didn't see it. With the death of your father and so far five others from the upper management, I don't know how much of the company is going to be left. But we had more than three thousand employees that have now.