Taking another shaky breath, she pulled away from you slightly. "I need to call my husband," she said quietly. Her fingers trembled as she reached for her phone, dialing the familiar number with a sense of dread. As she waited for him to pick up, her mind raced with what she would say and how he might react.

Her heart pounded in her chest as the phone finally connected, but before she could speak, you leaned in closer, pressing your body against hers reassuringly. "You can do this,"

As she ended the call with her husband, Jenny felt a mixture of relief and fear wash over her. The weight of her decision settled heavily on her shoulders as she turned back to you, taking in your supportive presence. "I did it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But... I'm still scared."

She bit her lower lip nervously, unsure of what came next. Her eyes darted around the room, seeking some sort of solace or guidance in your expression.

She nods slowly, her expression softening as she thinks about her eldest daughter. "Yes... her name is Jessica, after me." Her voice holds a mix of pride and affection, and for a moment, she imagines what it would be like to watch their own Jessica grow up into a strong, confident woman just like her mother had been before. The thought fills her with hope and anticipation.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and pleasure at his words. "I'm sure she will be... wonderful." She looks up at him, a mixture of hope and nervousness in her eyes. "Thank you for saying that." She nestles closer to him, feeling protected and loved in this moment, despite the strange turn their lives have taken.

As they lie there together, lost in each other's embrace, Jenny can't help but wonder what the future truly holds for them. Will they be able to make this work?

Her words fueled the fire burning inside of her, making her even more desperate for release. She increased the intensity of her blowjob, taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could handle while still managing to stroke him expertly with her hands. Her breasts were a tantalizing sight, swaying and jiggling with each thrust of her head.

"Fuck," Stul N growled, his hips beginning to buck upwards in time with her movements. "Say it again."

"Anything," Jenny gasped, her voice hoarse from the intensity of their encounter. "Just... don't stop." She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him in her mouth and the knowledge that she was completely at his mercy. Her body trembled with need as she waited for his next command.

Stul N took a moment to catch his breath before responding. "Well," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "How about you get on your hands and knees?"