We became close on so many levels. We could make each other laugh, talk maturely about deep topics, rant about work and family, and most commonly talk...about lust and desire. I felt bad because he was a young single guy. We both knew I was attached and so nothing could ever physically happen between us; he was a gentleman and would never do that to Chris. He also knew that I would struggle with the guilt and didn’t want to put me through that. I respected him so much for that and it only made. T settee and another armchair took up the full length of the back wall and between the armchair and the end of the bunks, on the left wall, was a doorway into a small but functional bathroom containing a toilet, shower and small hand-basin. It would be difficult drying off after a shower and keeping clothes dry while showering but it was good not to have to share facilities with other passengers.We checked out our new temporary home and decide that we would be very comfortable. Mom decided. She holds my dick and pointed at the place where to go inside and was looking into her eyes and slowly moved my hip forward and like a hot knife through butter my dick is piercing insider her lovely pink hole. She moaned “Aaaaaaahhhh Saaaagaarr!!! And biting her lips”. I took out when it went until 1/4th of it. And again I started pushing inside for another 1/2. She is moaning every time looking in my eyes saying “Ummmmmm!!! Slowllyyyyy Saaagar!!! It’s been so long it used!!!!” And She is in. I saw Don in the dining room talking softly to someone I couldn't see -- must be the painter. He noticed me and waved me on in.I went in and stared at the guy. He had an old blue bandana over his hair and wore a paint-streaked boiler suit with old tennis shoes. (Surely lots of construction people wear a bandana and a boiler suit! That doesn't mean anything, does it?)But sticking out under the bandana was some glossy jet-black hair; he had piercing blue-green eyes and the Black Irish complexion..