“I never knew that about you.”Jean was not sure if he should be offended or humored. “I don’t see what’s so funny about the idea. You have a... daughter. I need a wife who can bear me heirs. It would be mutually beneficial to both our houses.”“You’re serious?” stammered Guillaume. “Jean, my friend, you’re not getting any younger. You need to be fathering sons now, not twelve years from now. You honor me that you would consider my Annette, but you should find a daughter who can start having. He told me how his wife left him and we chatted for about an hour. When his friends left he stayed and soon we were kissing. He began to rub his hand on my leg and told me he wanted to take me home. This is always an awkward moment, as I did not know if he had guessed I was not all women. I took his hand and rubbed it on my dick, which was hard from the kissing. He broke the kiss looked at me and said he definitely wanted to take me home. If he had not been drinking I wonder if anything would. Legs jackknifed against his chest as I thrashed. Shuddering sobs wracked my body, his cock still hammering into my pussy. My legs tossed to the side, his cock slid from my quaking sex. Pulse thundering in my chest, I panted unmoving, shallow rapid breathes, rejuvenating oxygen flowing in through the throat he’d released. “Fuck. Why won’t you fucking look at me?” A crashing blow fell on my ass, open handed slap stinging on the bare skin. Another, and another fell, raining down on me. I cried. Ken did that, and we started talking for a while. Every time mum and ken were talking amongst themselves I couldn’t help but think about how not to long ago he was kissing my mum and rubbing her body. He was paying her loads of attention and complements, and he wasn’t blind, he was talking to her bust and not to her. It turned me on the amount of attention he was paying her. The comments and jokes he was saying about how she’s always left on her own, and what an attractive woman she was. He was.