Erica set down her tea and strolled into the bedroom to get dressed. She removed her robe and admired herself in the full length mirror, at 32 she had...already been divorced, had no k**s, but still had a fantastic body. She touched her nipples and was surprised at the sensitivity, she needed a fuck bad. She pulled on a pair of white lace panties that barely covered the sensuous crack of her ass, and were very see through. She then put on a similar bra that hardly covered her brown, now erect,. Mom was sixteen when dad fucked her ass off, and so she was pregnant with the result of me. Life wasn't very good, until I went to Santa Monica college and found great friends. It was liberating to finally be without reach of my parents' fights and arguements, and at times, hardcore sex. Even at nineteen, I'm still a virgin, which is embarrassing, since my parents are like sex addicts. I guess from the inappropriate episodes of fucking and cumming I saw as a kid, I just didn't want to go. With the key Jeffrey had given her in hand, she walked up to the front door and let herself in. It was dark outside by that time so she was limited to walking through the rooms with overhead lights.Her thoughts bounced between David's behavior and ideas for the project, yet she was getting nowhere on either subject. As she walked from the rundown kitchen to the foyer, a male voice startled her from her thoughts."What are you doing here?" Oh! Dear God!" she exclaimed while jumping back.. But believe it or not, as much as she was in love with me, Sasha wasn't much of a cuddler. On any nights we had sex (like last night), she'd be perfectly happy to walk across the hallway and go to sleep in her own room, letting Andie and Jamie spend the night in my arms. The only exception each week would be Thursdays, when she got to have me all to herself. Given that they would have the other six nights, Andie and Jamie agreed it was a fair deal.So you see, it had to be one of the three.