To make matters worse, the day had been pleasantly warm, and I’d chosen a light blue sun dress, modest in length but reminding me of my state of und...ress every time I had to make a trip to the printer, fax machine, or filing cabinet. By the time I left at 4, I was nearly undone by desire, my thoughts on what might happen when I arrived home.Somehow I managed to pull into our driveway without incident, having been unable to keep my hand from settling between my thighs, the hem of my dress barely. Barbara was every inch a milf and I had often fantasised about her. As did all my friends who knew her.'Morning', I managed with a smile. 'Is Fred in?' Already suspecting the answer.'No, sorry. He's at his father's.' She confirmed, still beaming.'Oh...' I began.'Why don't you come in and wait? He shouldn't be long.' She proffered, standing back and opening the door wider.I had been alone with Barbara before, but Fred had at least been in the house. She had always made me feel comfortable but. He can’t wait until it is buried in the pussy of the stunning woman in front of him.Behind him, Ona is slow to recover having momentarily blacked out from the intensity of the last, multiple orgasms. As she lies there still face down, the huge wolfhound comes up sniffing as before, causing the other girls to move back. The dog first licks her tight ass and then nuzzles in between her thighs. Remembering how it felt before when his rough tongue ran over her pussy lips earlier, she lifts herself. "Want it, Marsha?" he asked with supreme confidence."I ... I shouldn't. I can't..." she whined."Tell me no and I'll back off," he said."I'm married to the man you call your father," she gasped, her breathing now coming in pants."So?" he asked, his kisses and touching becoming even more erotic and arousing. "I got in the pants of his last wife. Why should I let something like that stop me." But she's your..." Other little whore," he finished it. I lied when I said I only nailed her that once..