Beside me at the bar was a gorgeous young black woman with beautiful long black hair and a tight top that showed off the most amazing cleavage. We sta...rted to chat, drinking and flirting with each other. That black beauty told me she was also away from home on business. As the evening progressed, our conversation got increasingly naughty and it was not long before she invited me back to her room.As we left the bar she took me by the hand and led me to the elevator.We were soon inside her room. I dearly loved Deena from the first time I saw her, and even then I gave myself one chance in ten of being her genetic dad. Never mattered.When she looked to me and Haley as a refuge – I had no problem.When she and Haley conspired because ‘I love you THAT way’. Problem.Problem was, they pushed, I folded, and now I guess I’m bound for Hell because when I’m heading home my balls draw up thinking about the TWO of them.I occasionally still get twinges of conscience, especially when Deena keeps. Wewere both self-taught gourmets with no formal training and had our ownspecific styles, but they blended together like it was by design, justlike we did. We were both very independent and had strong personalitytraits, and still we meshed like two halves of a single whole. We onlynoticed once we got together how each of us completed the other in everyway possible, large and small. We got engaged three months after westarted dating and married two weeks after that. We've never looked backand it. I made no comment, started the car and set off, facing another hour's travel before home.Once we were travelling Mum grabbed my wrist and lifted my arm over her head and arranged it across her shoulders and guided my hand down to cup her bare tit. I felt the softness and weight of her breast in its relaxed state and I was quite content just to hold it and softly brush my thumb back and forth on her nipple. Mum lowered both her hands to cup her pussy and then just leaned against me, not moving,.