Hopefully, no one noticed mom coming out of my bedroom in just her silk flowered robe before she came in the kitchen. I doubted if she had anything on...under it. Her hair was matted on one side. She went to the refrigerator and got out the orange juice and poured herself a glass, set it on the table, yawned and fluffed her hair.“Hi boys. How’s it going?” She sat on the kitchen chair as she held the cold glass of orange juice to her forehead. Her robe came open like it always does and her breasts. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh daaaaaammmnnnnn shiiiittttt omg it feels so good!! and she kept yelling ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck me fuck me fuck me i love you and i started to cum and i got caught in the moment and i flipped her around and stuck it in her hot fat pussy and i started fucking the shit out of her! and she screamed ohhhhhhh oww owwwwwwww owwwwwwww itssss sooooo harrrrrddd!!!!!!! ommg omg omg its to damn hard mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm im gonna cuuuuuummmmmmmm ohhhhhhhhand so i did we both came and. She whispers as if she wanted to tell us her dirty secret. " I'm coming." Her voice was now more desperate, anticipating the excitement that will overwhelm her. "I'm coming," she said as if she started to achieve it midway through. I could taste the alcohol in her breath as it passed by Nadia's ear as she inched in closer as if she wanted to kiss. "I'm coming!" she announced moaning while slightly nibbling Nadia's ear. Nadia grabbed my hand as I felt her body grinding into me. She squirmed in. There was also the problem of my sister Rebekah, who appeared to be in a state of incommunicado. I knew her affair with Lord Byron had ended nearly two years ago, although it was he who had rebuffed her rather than vice versa. I believed Rebekah, or Becky as she is known these days, would then have re-joined the Shelleys, in order to collaborate with Mary on the second edition of the novel Frankenstein. Percy Shelley had agreed to this at the Marlow meeting where ‘rascality’ may have taken.