"We chatted a bit more but that was the gist of the message so I returned to what I was doing. I wanted to finish it before I had to leave. I also pla...ed a call to the school where I was doing some post-grad work and let them know that I wouldn't be available for a week or so. They sometimes had me take over one of the lower division classes when the instructors was sick, out of town or unavailable for one reason or other.With all the little nagging problems handled I was ready when the. My voyeuristic instincts aroused, I kept this knowledge to myself.During dinner, I was all tingly and excited about my discovery. My heart kept beating so hard that I was afraid my parents would hear it. My sister went to bed slightly after dinner as was her usual custom, leaving me and my parents watching the news together in the living room. My mother had just showered and was dressed in a thin nightie; however she wore a dressing gown over it. My mom would never be caught dead outside her. She was growingup. And I was glad she'd been blessed with my breasts ... STOP IT! It wasgetting a little harder to block those fake memories, I realized.The meeting with my ex was an entirely different story. Oh, my. What abitch. As poorly as she sometimes treated me, she treated people whoworked for her like dirt. I made sure to promise her the moon and thestars, and made a mental note to be slow to deliver. Also, I think therewas a twinge of jealousy on her part. I was one good-looking 48. I reminded myself, silently, not to come. Or at least, to try. I wasn’t sure I could hold out much longer. It felt so good inside of me, pushing me apart. Helplessly, I gritted my teeth and held on as if my life depended on it.“Remember my promise, baby? That I was going to fuck that tight little ass of yours? All you have to do is ask.”“No,” I gasped, my spine curving, my belly flattening against the table, my ass high in the air as I began to shake uncontrollably.“But baby girl, fuck toys.