When I got home I was expecting to be alone. My 10 year old was at a friend’s every day after school and my 14 year old son was supposed to be at ho...mework help that day after school. Needless to say I was surprised when I passed my sons room.I saw them before they saw me. I saw my son, a gangly athlete who was well toned for his age, sitting on the edge of his bed with his pants at his knees and cock standing straight up. His girlfriend, a beautiful dark haired girl with perky b cup tits and. We did converse a lot. I'm a fairly polite type of guy and will talk to anyone who is civil towards me even if I don't agree with their beliefs. I made the false assumption this woman was some far right-wing, nigger hating bible thumper. She looked the part to a tee. Imagine the whitest looking white woman imaginable, who dressed like an extra on Little House on the Prairie. She had HUGE breasts but dressed so conservatively that she seemed as modest about them as her massive size would. He stood a good six inches taller than her and had to bow down a little to speak to her.'You're the Lady Mayoress's daughter, if I'm not wrong.''Yes, that's right,' she replied.'I'm Steven Holland,' he said, holding out his hand to her.'Jenni Harrington,' she declared, accepting his handshake.'Is that with an I or a Y?''An I.''Oh yes, that's much more interesting than plain old Jenny with a Y.'Jenni had been impressed by his smooth talk. She could have listened to more of it but she aware that. Was this a crazy idea? I thought, my tongue finding hers, re-tasting our dessert. I didn’t want to have erotic feelings about anyone other than my wife, at least not explicitly. But the embers I had stamped out about that busty freckled redhead were suddenly reignited.“I love you ubiquitously,” she replied when I released her mouth to speak. She properly interpreted my agreement to her plan.“Of course, I will be there,” she continued. “This will be therapy, not an affair. This will be sex, not.