Imagine her baking cookies with her young daughter and telling her stories of your mom and you kids growing up.”“You sure know how to figure me ou.... You’re being a great mom to Derek and I since you married Dad. You don’t put up with any of our bullshit.”Vicky took his hand in hers and chuckled. “I’ve always loved being a Mom. It’s finding the right husband that I’ve had trouble doing until I found Scott.”“I sure can tell that Dad loves you.”“And I love him too. It took me long enough to find. Finally it was Tuesday afternoon I put all my books in my locker. This was the first time I would ever go home without any books or homework, luckily I had good grades and I would be able to claim that I had felt ill the night before so I couldn't complete my homework. Since I didn't want Jack to know that I was still in high school I told him I would meet him at the bus station which was several blocks away from school. I saw his pickup truck at exactly 1 p.m. he pulled up in front of the. ..oh yes...oh yes...that's it, RICK....GIVE IT TO ME...OH YES...PUSH THAT HARD SAUSAGE ALL THE WAY INTO ME...AAAH...YES...YES...FUCK MY OLD CUNT...FUCK MY OLD CUNT...OH...FUCK ME...FUCK ME..."Rick feels how she gets more and more excited. With this excitement, her pussy becomes more and more wet and it grips his cock tighter. It is a funny kind of grip, because it grips and let go, grips and let go, like one huge, but very strong pulse. God, this old woman's pussy is alive. More than alive. He. Chris would not but she could not bear to lose him. He was so gentle, amusing and exciting. She had to choose between the two. Slowly it came to her. She had made a promise to Bea and, despite all the feelings she had for Chris and the hurts she had selfishly inflicted on Bea, she could only stick to Bea. She ruefully acknowledged that her 'love' for Chris was lust even though she liked him and admired him enormously."Bea," she whispered. "I do love you, Chris, and I value your, your affection.