She should go Emanuel, he would already know that she is coming. It sounded like she did this several times before. Then he continued, that is time to...tell me. He said that he knows that she would never leave me, but that he wants to be more open and wants me to at least know. Then I would be able to leave her or stay. He also wrote that I would be crazy to leave her. I had no idea what to think. On one hand I wanted to leave her right now, but on the other hand this old bastard was right she. She took my hand to lead me over to where I found Bart trying to force his dick in a girl that wanted badly to get fucked, just not right there or because he wanted to fuck her. I cleared my throat. It scared the shit out of Bart, and he ran off behind some bushes. At the end of the hedgerow, he popped out to jump into one of the pools.The girl looked like a deer in the headlights.“Move back until the back of your legs touch the bench and then move your feet out wider than your shoulders,” I. While she concentrated on her work, a rush of wind swept up the canyon and infiltrated the privacy screen of dense evergreens surrounding the patio just outside the den. She heard, faintly, the turn of a key in the front door, and then, as the door opened, a gust of wind ruffled the curtains by the open patio doors and swept across the room. The air in the den turned cooler and smelled faintly of rain.“Is that you, Bill?” she called out without looking up.“Naw, Carmen, it’s just me,” her. I felt an arm slide over my belly and pull me close. I smiled to myself. I still could not believe I was in bed with my boyfriend’s mom. I needed to think.Okay, let give you some information before it goes way over your head.My name is Sophie and I am nineteen years old. I am a cute Latina and as such always kept together with my own. My boyfriend, Carlos is a handsome guy of twenty-one but has trouble acting his age. With technology all around us, he seemed to either be on his phone, computer,.