She knew as a teenager he and his mates would go out for a ‘session’ as he called it and they would all drink a lot, but that had been left behind...when they had got married.Then Richard lost his job, he didn’t tell her at the time, he hid it for ages. He would dress for work everyday and kiss her goodbye before he headed off to work, or so she thought.When the first of the letters arrived from the bank she was sure it was a mistake. They had tucked away most of the money that she had inherited. “I cant wait to see you again when we have some more privacy.”“Oh yeah?” Jason said, momentarily forgetting his mother. “When can we do that?”“I like that you want me.” Emma said softly.“Why the hell wouldn’t I want you?” Jason said. He could hear some movement behind him. “You’re perfect.”“So are you.” Emma said seriously. “Fuck! Why did my parents have to come back when they did? Why not an hour later!”“An hour? I’m flattered, but I think you’re over-estimating me.” Jason joked, sitting down. The fix I proposed was two-pronged. First, I suggested that no supervisor should get a Christmas bonus unless what he was supervising ran well. The second was to pay the restockers enough that they suddenly cared a lot about losing their job. In fact, I suggested that the restockers should be paid more than the people who did the original stocking when shoes arrived from the various factories. I felt like double their current pay, which was minimum wage, might do the trick. Basically,. She continued to squeeze until urge to cum subsided. I looked over at Scott and he was applying lube to his cock. While I am thinking he is not going to butt fuck me, Diane said to Scott. “You ready sweetie?” Scott answered by sitting on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor. Diane positioned herself over him so that she could take his cock in her ass. Ever so slowly his cock disappeared into her ass. “Eat my pussy, Bill.” Diane commanded. I complied with vigor. Diane began to moan.