Evan saw it as the greedy smile of someone that had just won a prize he didn’t deserve. Evan waited until he was certain that he had Sinclair’s to...al attention. “I know that you have an important conference call in 30 minutes, but you might want to have some more information on this package.” “Of course,” Sinclair spit out. “That call can wait.” “Or not,” Evan said with what Laura thought of as an evil smile. Evan leaned back in his seat before he spoke. “You have treated me like red-headed. ”“What man isn’t trouble?” asked Mable, trying to lighten the mood.Renee thought about what Bobby had said. She couldn’t keep it a secret forever ... and these women had been so nice to her ... so far. She took a deep breath, as her heart hammered in her chest.“He’s in prison,” she said, her voice almost a sigh.A chorus of “Ooooo”s came back at her, but no one looked outraged, or even shocked.“We were only married for two months, when I found out I didn’t know him very well,” she. “I’ve wanted to do that every since I was a teenager, Uncle Ronnie. But you always rejected me. I guess I owe Miss Ann for allowing me to be in this party today. But she still deserves to be fucked in her ass.” Then she stokes my cock for a minute or so with more KY.Jen guides the head of my dick to Ann’s lubricated pucker hole. Then she say’s “Don’t push in yet, Uncle Ronnie……I want you to be rock hard before you fuck Miss Ann’s ass”. With that, Jen goes behind me, spreads my ass cheeks wide. She adored clothes, expensive clothes, more expensive than I could afford, but I said nothing. I didn't want to dampen her high spirits. After our morning strategy meeting, Dad left to meet with the private detective agency he'd hired, and I asked Jason to drop me off at the townhouse on his way to meet Dr. Rourke. While Sara and I ate a tasty lunch Sara prepared for us, I suggested some shopping. Sara jumped at the chance, and after we cleaned up the lunch mess, off we went.We were trying on.