Sometimes during the day I would observe her crying very quietly to herself trying to hide it so I wouldn't notice.Sometimes I would try and cheer her... up by asking her, "What's wrong Mom? Did I do something wrong? Please don't cry."She would almost always put her arms around me and hold me tight against her bosom and say something like, "Oh, no, noDanny. Of course you didn't do anything wrong darling.You're my precious angel birthday gift and I love you so much. You're so good to me. Mommy was. Couple things I wanna get finished before I'm done."I turned to watch her go back in the house. I love seeing her cute ass wiggle under so little material. And seeing that cute bottom gave me thoughts that caused my dick to stir.I always wear loose shorts when I work outdoors. Reaching down the elastic waistband was easy. I was definitely getting hard. I eased the front of my shorts over my hardening shaft. Slowly stroking it, I thought of DJ and what I should have done to her before she went. "Tell me what you want, Slut," she demanded.She grasped the head of my rigid cock and demanded again.I couldn't help myself. "Please fuck me, Mistress! Please fuck me hard!"She grasped my hips and impaled me with the tip of her dildo and itreally felt far, far thicker than it looked. I went rigid with the shockand Claire went still too, reading me like a book. As my body acceptedthe invader the tension in my hips reduced and she sank another inchinside me and paused again. As I gave no negative. He placed it on a night stand.“ Don't worry Lauren,” he said. “We're just going to do this once. It will be fun. No one else will every know.”“ It's cheating,” I said. “And if HR found out we could both get fired.”“ Think of it as supplementation, not cheating,” he said. “Think of how good it feels.”Dave pulled the bedspread off and we were finally tangled on the bed skin to skin. There was so much skin to feel. Arms against arms, warm soft hair on his legs against my smooth ones. His warm back.