Her hands took on a life of their own as they held him in one arm and the other hand moved down his body. Her fingertips traced his torso yet again as... though they had remembered every detail of his muscled form. She knew where to touch him exactly that would get a reaction that she was pleased with. His breathing grew more and more intense against her face as her hand stopped just above his pants. She could tell that she had aroused him because the waistline to his pants was noticeably lower. "Shh, don't speak." She caressed my chin with her fingers, "You're staying here wether you like it or not."I just nodded my head, completely subdued by her powerful presence."Come, sit down on my chair." She patted the soft comfy leathery cushion.I got up and sat down on it, rather nervously. My thong felt incredibly damp as the soaked fabric pushed against my pink shavened slits. She rummaged through a drawer of her big wooden desk before pulling something out."Are you nice and comfy?" She. All of a sudden I blow and to my surprise a decent load. I guess the thrill of fucking my mom and almost getting caught and then my wife sucking my moms juices off my cock was enough to produce a little extraMy wife runs to the sink gagging and spitting it out.Ann "you bastard. Just cause your cock tasted great today doeznt mean you get to cum in my mouth"Me "well you were sucking so good"Ann "fuck you asshole. I hate youMe under my breath "you like the taste of my moms cunt on my cock didnt. This place shared the farm culture of raising bovine animals but it was no dairy.The two guys hurried ahead of us to the door of the bunk house and Rose yelled, “Billy” when she addressed the younger guy. Raymond and Billy they were and they seemed to adore Rose although she didn’t like them much but rather just tolerated them. “Are there more workers living here,” I asked her. She didn’t say anything but rather held the door for me gesturing to go on in.The interior of the building looked.