Until then, you will stay with me, away from my chicken-shit son! That's an order, not a request!"I left her standing there, crying, and headed for a ...visit to my son.He opened the door after my twelfth bang. Still in his sweatpants and a stained t-shirt he slept with, I grabbed him by the throat and marched into the apartment. He struggled with my grip, but I held fast."Listen here, you piece of shit!" I growled as his face started to turn blue."You hurt your wife again and I'll make sure that. And they moved to Lorenzo's native country, wich is his name. She separated from him after several infidelities that bittered his life a little, although she always had an excellent relationship with his host country.The fruit of that relationship was a precious daughter whose custody shares with his father. She knew how to earn a living as a massage ther****t, and she had a portfolio of high-profile clients who valued both her professional prowess and discretion. Its oriental character always. As soon as she turned to lead us to her computer room Jeff and I looked at one another and gave each other a facial expression that if it were interpreted into words would have read “I want to lick that from asshole to clit and back!”As we followed her down the hallway to her computer room I couldn’t help but zero in on that tight, sexy, gorgeous ass just ripe for the fucking bouncing back and forth in front of me as she walked. My cock was stating to chub up already and we hadn’t been there. He let me go, blushed and said he was going to go take a bath and go to bed."Need any help?" I asked.He ran up the stairs.I straightened up the mess I'd made with the kids, waited a few minutes and when I heard the water stop running, quietly went up the stairs and waited in the hall, feeling my belly quivering, my pussy leaking, hot and quivering, ready for action. In a minute he came out naked, rubbing his hair with a big towel, and I squealed.He turned toward me and dropped the towel..