"Oh god! oh god!" she muttered again as I pounded my cock back and forth inside of her.My stepmother now lay on her side taking my hard teen cock in h...r wet trimmed pussy, and with her groaning and cursing right in front of me, and knowing I was causing that I soon began to feel my excitement build again."Oh god, this feels so good!" I groaned as I fucked her eagerly."I know!" agreed my stepmother "It's wrong, but it feels so good!" Then as I pounded away in my stepmothers mature cunt, and with. Fortier. We received good wishes and hugs from all those present again when we shared we were planning to marry.Frank Fortier and his ancestors, who had built the factories, evidently didn't want to be far from the center of their activities for they built homes close by. There were three of these large, stately, stucco, homes grouped in a little cul-de-sac. Built today, they would be considered ugly, but in the previous century they would have been considered modern and in style for these. "Right, go behind the screen, remove your skirt, and your under wear, you can leave your blouse on, then lay on the bed", I was a bit surprised but too embarrassed to question him, so I did as he said. I lay on the bed and he came up beside me, "open your legs slightly", I was cringing, but I did, his placed his hand on my mound of hair, "I love a hairy cunt" he said, I didn't feel shocked by his actions or words, I felt turned on and I could believe it, my breathing became a bit heavier as I. "I stuck it out for quite a while. Almost a year; then I met Gabe. He was charming and polite. I lived with him for a couple of years. He wasn't around much – he travelled. It took me two years to realise I was just his girl in Ipswich, that he had one in London, another in Stirling ... you get the picture? I was just a ... bed-warmer. It was really demoralising. At that time, I took most of the piercings out and kept my hair blonde. Not my natural colour, but one that looked natural. He didn't.