The unsinkable Madame Dumas had wormed her way into the confidence of the filthy rich banker by pretending to faint in his private office while discus...ing the state of her late husband's financial affairs.Jeanette Dumas had married the late A. Dumas at the insistence of her destitute father in need of new funds for his tiny tailor shop. The very smitten Mr. Dumas had been excessively enamored of Jeanette's shapely bottom. The middle-aged woman had an impressive posterior that looked every bit. "Tim looked over at his wife, his eyes widening."Robby has this gorgeous cock too, and he's really hung," Sally said, reaching down to stroke her husband's again, "not that you're not, baby, and not that you also don't have yourself a gorgeous cock. But my brother's, as I remember it, is a real specimen, museum quality. It's beautifully shaped, with a smooth perfect, plum-shaped head and it's straight as an arrow. A bit more than 9" long, and I know that because once Robby had me watch as he. Her body was smooth, with her vagina completely shaved, revealing a pair of leshy wet lips, with the looking of a virgin, and the smell of a whore.Her husband was so excited with the thinking of me fucking his Asian wife. He enjoys the view of her being inseminated by a stranger like me, and she just only can desire any more pleasure than her cunt full of my sperm and the taste of my cock inside her mouth.We starting the encounter in the discreet old hotel reception. The Hotel was so quiet that. I felt myself deflate, like a balloon with a slow leak. Regardless, I felt better. My mom came to my room, looked at me, and said, ‘You’re not mad anymore, are you?’ It was evident on my face. My anger hadn’t done any good when he was alive, and all it would do now is make me miserable. I realized that as long as I could heal, and feel those pieces of my heart reposition themselves, I could forgive him, and make amends in my soul with his, and establish a bond in death that we didn’t have in.