’ ‘There’s no one I trust more.’ She kept her eyes on the plate. How could Charles be so blind? But then he’d always been like that, blind, ...and weak. He hadn’t fought very hard for her, and in the end, just cut her loose like a fisherman that had pulled in a catfish instead of a salmon. And then she found herself thinking about something else Charles had said, maybe the takeover might be good for her company. What was the harm at looking at the proposal? Mr Scott had been sketchy with the. John hesitated."Um," he said. "Just someone I know ... or knew, rather. Could be a mistake, though." Someone I know too?" Manda asked.He shook his head. "No, she's from way before we met." He sat down. "These are delicious prawns," he went on. "How are your fries, Chris?" She was a lady with spooky eyes," said Christopher, playing with his French fries. "White hair and spooky eyes. She was a ghost."Manda looked from her stepson to her husband, puzzled. John felt himself blush. "I, eh," he. I asked him what he was doing. He said that earlier I had told him he could have his way with me. Then I asked him if that was what he really wanted.He just nodded. I asked him what about his shy wife. But Pedro smiled and said I should not worry about her…I opened my legs very wide for him. He quickly took off his shirt and shorts. His huge cock was already very hard and pointed straight out. The huge head was swollen and wet. He leaned forward and kissed me. Our tongues swirled and I could. There was a much bigger plan here I was executing with precision. "Stand up, go get on the bed edge" I urged her as I took off my suit and hung it in the dresser unit. She sat on the edge of the tall goose down bed with her shoes nearly 2ft off the floor. A wild look in her eyes glared at me as she bit her bottom lip really hard, draging her top teeth over it slowly. Stepping up to her, I slap her clit a bit with the head of my cock prompting a "Yes yes....oooh yeah doo that" from the milfy.