Didn’t wanna take chances slippin’ through a crowd o’ blue bloods like this. I ain’t so young, or nimble anymore. I’m strong, but not like I...used to be when I was a wrought iron little bastard full o’ piss an’ vinegar. Slippin’ in is easy. Short little twerp left his invitation in his pocket. I wave it at the doormen as I come walkin?’ into this party maybe a little too ruggedly, and a little too roughly. People stare, and I’m thankin’ all the Saints under heaven, and beyond that I didn’t try. "Roland Morrison, as agreed, had sat quietly and listened throughout Early's recounting. But he was seething.He took a sip from his water glass."Conroy, I'm sure that you know that Geraldine Morrison, whom you mentioned several times in your story, is my wife. She is a partner at Jenson, Sharone, and Anderson." Yes." What the hell do you mean by telling me a load of shit like that? I've met Susan Conroy at their social events. She made Partner last year. So she's your ex-wife?" No she's still. "Oh, yes, Julie. Ooo, that feels so good. Even better than last time."As exciting as the scene was, I couldn?t resist casting my eyesdownward. My own sweet bra rising and falling, the lace overlaychanging, ever so slightly, with each breath. With the soft padding, mybreasts appeared larger than what I was used to. I luxuriated in thefeeling of tension that the weight of my breasts brought to the brastraps. Beyond the silk encased mounds, my left hand, nails painted asophisticated cerise, was. "Would you like that, Father in with you?"She gave her loudest moan, I responded by giving her my hardest stroke."So you would like Father in YOU." YES," then she went over the edge, climaxing with a ferocity I didn't know she had in her.As she arched her back, I continued fucking her. Her head was now almost under water. Then her climax was over, but I was still trying to get mine."You have to stop."Two strokes later I did. Holding her bottom tightly, I emptied my balls into her. When I had.