’ ‘So you were married to her Mom before you met mommy?’ ‘No, and that’s enough sweetie, finish your pancakes.’ Context. Context is ev...erything. She had one more question though. ‘I thought you said you and Mommy met in school?’ ‘We did, we met when we were just a little older than Liz is now. We were just kids. Now. Eat your pancakes.’ I headed upstairs. Wife first. I opened the door to our bedroom. She was sitting on the bed, crying. Or at least, trying not to. I close the door. Alan got a jar of vaseline out of his trouser pocket and smeared some of it on my pouting anus and then rubbed more on his penis which was already quite hard. There was plenty of room in the back of his car and Alan kneeled on the seat between my legs as I rested my arms on the back of the seat. I could feel him probing for me with his cock in his hand and he found the right place quickly and, after pressing a little he said "Just relax Simon, this will be nice" and I felt him slip inside me in. Then, coming out, Idried myself with the towel. The water that fell from my body covered soonany trace of my expelled juices.I grabbed my underwear, and quickly put them on. Then, I struggled withthe bra. I engaged a quick fight against the jeans, once again too smallfor my curvy ass. Finally dressed, I joined the others in the living room,telling the next one to go to the bathroom.The rest of the evening flew by, as we just ate without much conversation,and then we joined our room, all of us. She makes it all sound so reasonable, but before long you're diverting funds and robbing portfolios because you feel you owe it to her." Is that what she did to you?" asked Vickie beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable."Tried to. She got a friend of mine fired and blackballed from Wall street for trying to repay one of her favors."A slight shiver ran up Vickie's spine."She's been very nice to me." Just watch yourself Vickie. You're a very sweet girl. Don't let her get you in her debt, because.