“C-cup, that’s all? They sure looked bigger.”“Nah, she’s really developed her upper body muscles, which makes them look bigger. Hey, what in... the hell are we doing talking about our wives’ tits for!” he asked.“Listen, once they’re wearing these suits, that’s what everyone will be talking about.” I steered him to the counter, and we paid for the swimsuits, then headed upstairs.We were pleasantly surprised by the new rooms. They were a bit smaller than the last one, since only a single king size. And then there was her bastard inside of her and I don't believe for a minute that she did not allow him to touch that baby and utter words like,"It could be yours."Or him saying:"It could be mine."I wonder how many at the office knew about it. I wonder if it happened before or since. I wondered how many of my alleged friends knew and were actively complicit, or complicit by their silence. How many of the big man's servants knew and would talk, if the reason was right.Sixteen fucking years, and. The little boy had no clue that I was enjoying his mom. Soon, I gave him another 25 problems to solve and asked him not to go out of the room.And I immediately rushed to the room where the aunty was laying down.. I shut the door, removed my shirt, pulled out the blanket and started from where I had stopped. I consoled her telling that her son didn’t get to know anything..And I again pinched her really hard on vagina that she forgot all her worries. Soon I saw her hand going down..And to my. Whatever, one thing was very clear, I was not to be thrown out. But then as I felt my aunt feeling under the bedclothes, I wondered exactly what type of household I had indeed entered. My fears returned when I felt her hand clamp around my tired and shrivelled cock. She threw back the bedclothes to expose my slender body, and looked down at my genitals. My wiry pubic hair as still matted from Maria’s love-juices but it was the state of my cock; tiny and shrivelled that seemed to concern her.“We.