My brain was flooded with the memory of what I had done and what I had not done. I had let a young man seduce me in my kitchen and I let him crawl beh...ind me to the bedroom where I gave him one of my husband's condoms and told him I wanted him to fuck me. What I had not done, what I had not had the courage to do was to tell my husband that I had been unfaithful to him, to our marriage.I had no excuse; I was guilty on both counts. I had fucked another man and I had not told my husband what I had. Mom didn't either. I'm not sure about his dad, I was just a little kid when he died, and dad was their only child. All the rest of the ancestors, I think you call them, I don't know. Some people pay a lot of attention to that stuff, I just never did. It didn't ever mean anything to me. So, am I supposed to find out about my family tree now?" You can, but only if you want to know about a family tree. What I'm concerned with is this ranch and the chain of title. That would be the actual legal. He now took his time and made love to her tenderly.Whatever it was, it was close to perfect and when he pushed it into her, there wasn't an excess centimeter of room anywhere, except at the end where her cervix, was waiting and sucking for his deposit of soothing cum. She began to suck slowly, licking the thick head. It filled her mouth so well that she had to breath through her nose, otherwise she would pass out. Linda had analyzed her cocksucking, however had not come up with a valid reason. And Maybe we should repay the favor.”“Repay the favor?” Paul asked, and, as he did, Bria stood in front of him, her back to the window. Her fingers moved to her waist, and she unfastened her jeans, pulled them slowly off her hips, and let them fall to the floor. She stood in her sweaters and a thong. In the dusk, the firelight lit up her bare flesh.“Is this a good start?” Bria asked, feeling impish, emboldened and sexy.“A beautiful start,” Paul answered. “Although ...” he trailed off, watching.