If he was interested I had another place that was even tighter than my pussy that could use some cock. Some hard, black cock. He had wanted it the fir...st time we had sex but did not want to seem to be unappreciative of what I had given him that morning. Then do it. The time for niceties was over. Fuck my ass I told him. He wanted me to turn around and bend over but I said no. I want to see your face as you fuck my ass. He eased his cum covered cock out of my pussy and aimed the head at my. ”I rested my elbow on the solid oak, and held my head in my hand. “Give it to me straight Lance, are you fucking Guin?”“Lord, no.”“Blow job... licked her out?”“No.”I twirled the dagger on its stabbing point. “Please, you’ve at least given her a good fingering.”“Not even a friendly bum slap.”My anger swelled inside and I stabbed the dagger into oak table. “Stop fucking with me, Lance.” I stood from my chair and glared at the man who I wished I was. “You can’t keep your hands off Guin... and. He slipped into her room as quietly as possible and approached the bed without being seen. He was afraid that she would wake up everybody with a scream if he didn’t stop her, so he quickly put his hand over her mouth until she could see who he was.“BRAD!!!” she hissed. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM. GET OUT OF HERE!” She was trembling with fury, embarrassment and pent up lust. At the same time, her curiosity kept her from being loud enough to wake their parents. Why would Brad come into her. Like father, like son, I guess.My husband had worked for Stoneman and Associates, an Architectural firm, for twelve years, when he suddenly died from a massive heart attack. A great shock to us all, as we had no idea he had heart issues.Horace Stoneman and his wife Dorothy were a big help during our period of grief and adjustment. The Company had a million-dollar Life Insurance policy on all their Architects, so Kimberly and I were taken care of financially. Also, we had mortgage insurance, so.