The aroma makes my pussy tingle with memories of past rendezvous, some brief and others enthralling, all thoughts give me a rush of sensations over my... skin. I slip on a new leopard print bra, sexy black dress, no panties and red heels. I can feel the lubrication between my legs as I step in to the car for my short drive up to your office. The two minute drive is ample time to relive the feeling of your cum down my throat as you fucked my face while I sat in your office chair the last time I. It was clear that she didn’t approve of the cowboy.Watching the exchange, Ed knew that it was time to get the topic back on track. He said, “Deacon Jones mentioned to Leroy that there was some trouble here. I’ve come to help.”She looked at him and asked, “Why would you do that?”“He’s family.”That answer actually impressed the old woman as she came from a generation where family was very important. She asked, “You came alone?”“Others shall be coming, Ma’am,” answered Ed. He pointed back to the. "What did I tellyou!? Ladylike! Ladylike! Now you stand up, then carefully swish theskirt of the dress underneath you then gracefully take your seat andthen cross your legs, understand!?" She said in a forceful tone!She watched as I gathered the skirt carefully then took my seat andthen listened as she heard my nyloned legs swish as I crossed them andsmoothed out the skirt of the dress. "That's more like it dear." I madea final weak attempt at getting a reprieve from Madge's wrath but itwas no. "You should have told me ages ago. We could have been doing all of this a long time ago."Marissa giggled. "You didn't like girls until you were like ten and then after that, you would thought incest was gross." Dang? I thought incest was gross? What the hell was wrong with me? You should have taken me to get my head examined."Marissa laughed. "Well now things have changed haven't they?" she purred."Oh yeah," Henry agreed.Marissa looked at her lover. "You know what I've always been curious.