“Some things never change.” I lightly joked to Molly, who gave a half-smile.“Yeah.” she softly replied, looking down towards the basement. “... wish she’d act a little more mature though. She’s thirteen, aren’t kids supposed to grow out of habits like that?” She took a dish I handed to her and put it away.I shrugged. “Maybe it’s me.”“How so?” Molly asked me.“She hasn’t seen me in a year or so, maybe she got shy around me an-” I cut myself off as I realized the implications of what I was. She asked me to enter her again but slowly. I entered her again and inch by inch I thrust into her till my balls were touching her pussy walls. She asked me to stay that way for a few seconds telling me she wanted to relish every second. I slowly started moving my cock inside her. She moved her hips to the rhythm I started moving faster as she moaned on and on. She put her hand on her mouth biting it so as not to scream too loud. I was ramming her hard now. She again asked me to stop. She got. “You wanna just watch a movie now or something?”I looked over at Gavin before looking back to Eric with a smile. “I would. Lord knows I’m not tired, but I’d rather not sit on the floor, and it doesn’t look like Gavin is going to be giving us any space.”“We can go in my room,” Eric suggested. “Vince is out of town until Sunday night, and I’ve got more movies on my laptop anyway.”I thought for a minute, my fuzzy, alcohol-addled brain taking longer than usual to think things through, then. As much as I loved being bedded by Ron, I was in mortal fear of my home looking like a disaster area, so Ron just had to wait. Finally, with about 90 minutes to spare, the place was up to my satisfaction. I was still nervous as heck, I hated the idea of playing hostess without my husband, but I had been given the assurances by both Ron and Tony that it would be fine. The catering arrived about twenty minutes after I sat down to rest, watching TV, while Ron was in the shower. Not having.