The minute he left, though, she was back under my covers for round three, or maybe it was four.The following weekend she was at my house. It was more ...f the same, except that my bedroom is pink and my parents are still together. This went on for quite some time, but one day my mother found us together in my bed. We were still asleep, and fully pj'd, but still, every mother remembers what she did when she was growing up."Linda, I have to talk to you," she said one day."What's up, mom?" I was. He mumbled, “man dude, hot white ass, stick it up in the air and I am gonna fuck that shit!” I was a bit nervous looking back and seeing a beautiful thick 9” cock that was already dripping pre-cum. I put my head down and used both my hands to spread my ass cheeks open exposing my small pink hole. I then felt him spit on my asshole. Man that was hot. Then I could feel him moving forward and suddenly I felt his huge head pressing up against my shy tight hole. “Damn dude, that is some tight. ‘You haven’t seen around here, so here we go. This is the guest room, not used a great deal and in here is the former second bedroom that I had converted into an office. We shall work in here on wet and or windy days and outside if you wish on other days — the orchard is a great place. You will have exclusive use of that laptop computer.’ ‘It’s a very nice, airy room.’ ‘Yes, I had the iron roof replaced with that glazing up there, and then the abutting ceiling space closed off and painted white. He was still struggling with what he had done to their marriage and where it would go from here. Yet, there was a more personal concern on his mind."Penny for your thoughts," Janice said as she stood in the open door. She had put on the same little bathrobe that she had worn last night and was bare footed.Tim turned and smiled. He hadn't heard her get up. She looked gorgeous, even with her hair messed and makeup smeared. She looked like a well-used and very satisfied woman. He opened his arms.