The hippie woman had a really thick triangle shaped brown bush concealing her pussy lips, milky white skin, and slightly sagging medium size breasts w...th wide diameter areolas that covered about half of each breast. My girlfriend sat on a chair she positioned at the foot of the bed. The hippie woman sat on the edge of the foot of the bed. I asked the hippie woman if she would still be ok with me cumming inside of her pussy, and she said she would love it since most guys she has been with wore. But you can help make this thing right. Can you do something for meand I promise I will put a good word in for you when the shit really hitsthe fan. I promise."Jennifer nodded. "Sure, anything. I owe you. What?" Can you call my mother, I need to speak to her too." Sure, I will" Jennifer said evenly. After this, she was sure her motherdeserved to pay. She had an idea what was going on and Jennifer wasn'tgoing to lift a finger to stop it. She was pissed off now.Everyone was in the main living. I pulled out my phone and dialed moms contact, noticing I had a missed call from her and dad, with everything that happened I didn’t realize how late it was. Even though the blood on my hands had dried by now, it still left a smudge wherever I touched the phone. It didn’t take mom long to pick up.“Where are you, it’s almost midnight! Your father and I both called you ... ooooh, you two made up didn’t you? You probably just finished having make up sex didn’t you?” mom laughed.Her happy attitude. He was coming home from a business trip and I had precisely 12 hours to tell him about my obsession before my soon-to-be ex-wife did, it was now or never.Just then I saw him striding through arrivals with purpose. He wasn't expecting anyone to meet him so was looking straight ahead as he walked past me. "Roger, Roger, it's me" I whimpered. He looked down at me puzzled seeing the wheelchair and the plaster all the way up to my thigh. "Tom what happened, why are you here?" I broke this playing.