It was now basically once or twice a quarter if I were lucky. I'd chosen not to push the matter because the idea of "duty sex" didn't do much for me, ...nd I didn't think it was respectful to her either. I'd been debating with myself for some time whether I should do anything about this, and concluded that I shouldn't. The potential benefits seemed to be more than offset with some significant potential costs. More importantly, it simply didn't seem, for lack of a better expression, "right",. ‘Mr. Carstairs, I’ll have one of my boys wheel Becky’s things out to you.’ ‘Becky’s?’ I thought. ‘Where does he get off calling her Becky?’ Grrr! To make matters worse, while I was outside in the hot sun hefting barrels and 50 pound sacks into the wagon, Becky and that fop stood in the shade drinking iced lemonade, which he gave her for free! Our ride home was not going pleasantly. She was STILL going on about how nice that extraordinary looking Mr. Jenkins was and how sweet he was to give her. ” “W...what’s that?” Without answering, she climbed onto the sofa beside me pressing her body against mine. As she wriggled into place, I felt her naked body against me, snuggling close as I felt her warm breath on my neck. “I want you...,” she whispered into my ear, making my body shiver with arousal. “... in my ass.” I swallowed hard. “What...about...Ryan?” I stuttered, suddenly torn between my increasing sexual arousal and my loyalty to my friend. “He’s fast asleep,” she explained, as. Her eyes were closed and she had a smile on her face. I took a deep breath and returned my gaze to her crotch. Joyce’s clit was wet with my saliva and her pussy juice. The small patch of bedspread under her was wet. Time seemed to stand still as I tried to recall how long I had been planning and scheming to get to this point. Was it two or three years ago I had decided I wanted; no I needed to fuck my Mother In-Law. The In-Laws lived several hours away so that left me lots of time to plan my.
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