She had evidently taken some offense at how I'd made myself at home with her anus, and didn't seem too enthused about Harlan's idea of meeting back here after dinner. She pouted and pulled her clothes on a little petulently, and I realized my dessert might be a bit extra tart. We all went upstairs to the dining room, Harlan with a patronly arm around Jennifer's shoulder, his hand cupping her breast as they climbed the stairs.Dinner was lovely, and the conversation flowed easily. Julie was a wonderful hostess, and she and my wife seemed to get along splendidly. Harlan regaled us with stories of his political career, and we feasted on steak and fresh roasted vegetables from the garden.As we finished, Harlan stood up and kissed Julie on the forehead, thanking her and Tiffany and Bianca for a lovely meal, to which we all voiced our agreement.'Darling wife,' he said, 'I believe that Robert and Jennifer and Bianca and I will be taking our dessert in the den.'Jennifer blushed slightly, and. Zipped up and assessing herself in profile, she was grateful for having had the will to resist too many tasty indulgences that week. Although there was definitely a bit of a feminine belly, her tummy was still relatively flat, which only made her cantilevered bust to waist ratio even more pronounced -- the kind of ratio that prompted both men and women alike to wonder to themselves, 'How does she not fall forward??' Perfumed, with well-coiffed salt-and-pepper hair, earrings, open-toed heels, and lipstick in place -- the wrinkles around the still luminous eyes obscured as best as possible -- she took one last look and then froze."What ARE you doing??" she thought to herself; staring at her provocative reflection in the mirror. "He's an eighteen year old boy, for god's sake -- and he's your sister's c***d!" A brief, momentary crisis of conscience followed. She sighed and stood in pensive silence, looking over at her chic purse; remembering her trip to the 'farmacia' earlier that day,.
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