The only procedural problem that Marjorie’s vanishing act had produced in Marissa’s life was her ability to freely marry me before she reached the age of majority. But I have to try. That question got answered when, as she finished the licking, and without looking directly at me or her daughter, she laughed. Within two minutes, my cell phone rang. Lest I mislead you, this was not the first time I’d been to bed with my mother-in-law: we’d done that every day, literally, in one bed or another, since the day she’d arrived for a four-day visit at our home. Every time she moved, my cock moved. Just as I realized that she’d substantially picked up the speed and pressure of her masturbation of my cock with her ass, she added, “and we cannot have her see that you have an erection, or that you can’t stop looking at me: eventually, even a woman as naive and clueless and vain as she is will realize that it’s me you want, and I’m not ready for her to
