After a few more minutes of holding and snuggling with each other, we got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. As Lacey walk...d past the bathroom door she stopped and looked at herself in the full-length mirror and spread her legs a little. Rob and I were behind her. I reached around Lacey to cup her breasts and massage her nipples as she spread her legs a little wider and looked down at her bush covered pussy. She could see some dried cum on her thick bush and smiled. After all, in those times, I had been a young man about whom much was expected.So I had experienced social situations where members of the older generation did some fawning over me. Treated me perhaps a little better than they would some other Lothario who'd shown a passing interest in their daughter.I was feeling some hints of that with the Jones family that evening. They were baseball people themselves, so they were hardly overawed by my status as a big-earner athlete. If anybody knew about. " What a name for a girl. For anyone outside of soaps and pulps. Her younger sister's name was Christ. No shit, Christ Bodhi McLean, but everyone had the sense to call her Christie. Their mother -- Delia -- had been quirkycute, the kind of effusive and seemingly eccentric but secretly frightened woman who'd appealed to him so intensely when he was in his late 20s and going through one of those stupid not-yet-mid-life crises a parent's death can bring on. It'd helped that she was younger yet. It had been a few days since we had last got together so we were both extremely horny. We had been seeing each other for a few months and the last time we fucked he rode me bareback spilling his entire load into my pussy, it felt so good that I decided it was time to let him fuck my arse. I just love the feeling of cum trickling out of my freshly fucked arsehole and down my thighs…makes me feel like such a slut. The last time I had my arse fucked the guy was really rough and I ended up bruised.