If he<em>excused</em>her?<br/><br/>The choice of words led to one of his more pronounced smirks. His mind, as was its default setting, ran into overdrive, constructing images of a whole host of things he would relish doing to her. Every single one involved them partaking in the (supposed) sin of adultery; more than a few had Monica<em>and</em>her daughter on their knees in front of him, pleading for his cum, but none of them even remotely encouraged a scenario where he would excuse her.<br/><br/>'I'm afraid all your businesses will be delayed for the foreseeable future, my dear mother-in-law', whatever distance she had gathered between them was lost in two earnest steps. An unnaturally pleasant shiver raced up his spine as his dirty cock nuzzled between her luscious cheeks. Gently his hips pushed into her and he uttered a low gasp of pleasure, 'Oh, yes...'<br/><br/>As his grinds fueled his shaft to throb alarmingly, he snaked his touch upward along her curvaceous body. 'Mmm..' heated breath carried that little moan right into her ear. He reached her breasts and cupped them so very fondly, 'I've wanted this for so long', he purred. His voice had dipped to a low, gruff whisper and his pushes into her sumptuous ass were getting ever so insistent. 'Grind that fucking sexy ass against me, baby'<br/><br/>It seemed he was quite dead set on not being smart.