I realized I was sliding a finger in and out of her tight little hole instead of just simply rubbing it. The harder I pushed in, the more cock she too...k in. For half an hour, she expertly worked my cock in her throat, keeping me at bay, ready to cum, just not letting me. I pulled my finger out and rubbed the tight muscle of her little ‘o’ ring and she moaned around my cock. I slid my finger back in, adding another and not only did she moan, she deep throated me and held her head there while she. Poor Agatha was orphaned at 20 and sole heir to the Winthrop fortune which was considerable in a time of economic uncertainty. The grandfather Sir Harry Winthrop had always been a firm believer in "G" and "D" as mainstays for all investments. His holdings in Gold and Diamond investments insured the trust would remain steadfastly secure even in periods of financial constriction.Agatha was now a budding spinster at the young age of 32.She was not a virgin nor was she unfamiliar with the. "Mhmm..." Licking the remnants of the kiss off her lips, "We were going to dinner, right?" A brow arched as she questioned whether the plan was still on. The look in his eyes said he wanted something else. "Sure, dinner." He wore a dark shirt over his jeans, so that cock outline was well hidden. His hands were possessive as he took her arm and lead them through the throng of people. Dinner....laughter that awkward silence disappeared under jokes and innuendo. They were back...in his truck. Richard my husband wasn't due home from the US to around noon and our daughter was away with a friend's family and wouldn't be home until Sunday hence, Peter and I were alone in the rambling old Victorian house. We had planned a family Sunday wishing Peter good luck on his trip that was due to start on Monday. I had to get through Saturday morning first. I decided to confront the situation with my son head on.Normally I would have worn a dressing gown for breakfast, but given the circumstances.