My eyes were drawn to her tight little asshole that was just slightly darker than her ass and just below it were my Dad’s balls shaved and relaxed a... he was used to my Mom fucking his brains out on a regular basis. This brought me out of my trance of watching my Moms ass work and motivated me to slowly start to climb up onto the bed. My Mom was already making the bed move and squeak a lot so I just had be slow, quiet, and not touch anyone until I was ready. Then when I was close enough I. She was still shaking when I rose and positioned my cock at her entrance. Her hands clutched at me as I pushed inside, stretching her and I heard Carla gasp. It was hard, not looking to see what Carla was up to but, Mom had a tight pussy, further proof that Dad hadn't serviced his wife in a long time. Mom really did need it, Carla would have to wait. I wasn't abusing or taking advantage of her. I was giving my poor grieving mother the comfort she desperately needed.To tell the truth, I needed. Jen took the cue and leant over the table, her dress writhing up as she did so, but not far enough for the guys to see anything.She walked back over to me for her drink and said “Babe, this is fun, I think I can win”. As she walked back over to the pool table I saw the guys wink to each other again. They left a few balls hanging on the pockets for Jen to pot. Jen potted them and said “I wonder what I am going to ask for when I win”. She missed her next shot and the guy went to the table saying. " Don't you thing that's odd?" I asked my wife."I know I'm going to keep trying, when work allows me."That night, over dinner, we discussed Art and Betsy some more. For us the breaking of the Burg marriage could be a tragedy of the first order; Art and Betsy had been our friends for the entire length of both our marriages. They are not only our best friends; they are in a very real sense our only friends. Oh, we know a lot of people many in a very friendly basis, but the Burgs are the only.
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