She smiled, facing the fact that the idea of him using her like a whore made her really fucking wet. She had a high sex drive too. Why not embrace tha... and give them what they both needed?So today she would be his Office Whore, his slut, his plaything. Tomorrow she would be his loving, romantic bride-to-be. He would enjoy both days immensely, and so would she.When he finally started to stir, she turned to him. He smiled, remembering, too, how they had worn each other out.“So, what’s on the. He pulled his shrinking back to normal cock against his mother’s huge desire to milk and draw every remaining drop of his sperm that had come to boil,Surprisingly only a few deep breaths were all he took and the elation in his balls dissipated but he was stunned to hear his mother in no uncertain words or tone demanding to feel his cock inside her pussy.He wanted to ask and be sure if that was her conscious and consensual decision or only a captivating desire being horny and lusty bitch; but he. I thought that was pretty classy of them considering we were just a local, independent retail yard. Apparently they knew we were trend-setters in our area and saw us as an ideal target for their regional aspirations.I fretted all the way down on the plane whether or not to call Marilyn. There were a hundred reasons why not and very few why I should. How the hell was I ever going to get over her if I couldn't let go? Calling her wasn't going to help me accomplish that. It would likely set me. I guess I am an exception. After meeting quite a few women, some who were quite good looking, I went back to our place and went about my regular chores. One of the chores on today’s list was to paint the unpainted two car garage walls. We only have one car right now so it was completely empty making the job very easy. By lunch time I had it done but I was sweaty and exhausted and covered in paint. Needless to say I needed a good shower. I left the garage door open to help the drying of the.