Her divorced 59 y.o. mother would stay over quite often, we got on ok but not great, she had been divorced for 3 years, the bedrooms were adjacent and...from time to time she would say something which could only mean that she could hear us when We were fucking. She was pretty with a nice body and I’d often thought that it would really be something to lie between her legs, it would be like fucking an older version of Pat.Pat had said that she didn't have many male friends so we thought that she. " Sarah allowed a little more seriousness into her voice, somehow justifying this rape.I didn't know what to think of this. Delilah looked so sexy, a dildo sticking out of her, crying innocently, it was some kind of fantasy world."How did you get her here?" I asked."Well when I caught her, I acted cool and started talking about sex and what we both like and I was just getting so turned on. I just had to have her. So I put a little something in her drink and brought her here." Sarah replied.. I was hoping news of my latest successes would help cheer her up."I'm home!" I called, guiding my roller bag through the doorway. I took a deep breath, savoring the scent of Stacey's candles. They littered our apartment since she'd moved in, but it smelled like she'd lit more of them than usual. It was a little like a cigar lounge, except it didn't make me want to cough. I inhaled deeply again, and then let my accumulated tension flow away as I exhaled."Linnea! We were just talking about you!". Since tonight was a Friday, this was a bit of an awful start to the weekend. Then again, wearing the same clothes and being hung over at work could be more than a little awkward for all of us, even if we understood why."Damn!" I thought, as I grasped for the paper towels.That was before I opened the door and bumped directly into someone."Ouch!" Ninve squealed, her voice unmistakable with its whiny tone."Sorry, Ninve," I apologized, indicating recognition."Mark, it's okay. I just need to know if.