The ache remained."Damn," she muttered aloud. "Damn, damn, damn!"Frank had caused her nothing but heartache the six months she had lived with him. And...now that he was gone, walked angrily out of her life, the hurt continued. She knew it would eventually dull and fade. But right now it seemed like it would never stop. Never."Mother," Phil's voice came from behind her. She turned her head to see her son standing at the entrance to the tent. "Can I come in?" Yes," she nodded with a smile. "I was. .." Before you ask Tommy, I've not slept with Arnold, it's yours, you're going to be a daddy!" Twice" added Jill laughingly,"We weren't going to tell you just yet darling" mum said, "But well you know" she looked quite sad and I felt for her, she'd genuinely cared for Arnold and there was no doubt that he'd helped her and a lot of other women less fortunate than her and Jill had been."What happens now then?" I was in a daze, I didn't have a clue about what to do or say to either of them,"We eat. ”“You say that, like it’s a bad thing,” I remarked“After we get back home, what are we going to do?”“Go to school, do homework, eat meals and fuck like bunnies.”“We won’t be able to express ourselves outside of our own home.”“Love will find a way,” I said licking her breast.“What time do we leave today?” she asked.“It’s a short day. I got a text from dad. ‘Sleep in until ten am if you’d like.’ It’s only eight-thirty am so we have time for whatever you’d like.”“I feel bruised and battered.. We continued to chat in private for a few nights, until one day we realized we worked right across the street from each other.Our chats were getting progressively hotter, and by now we'd exchanged phone numbers. We had phone sex a few times, me stroking my cock while listening to her fucking herself with a toy. Then one night, it happened."Do you want to get fucked?" she asked."You know I do, Beverly, but you're a married woman," I said, not really caring but giving her the out if she decided.