”I want you to know this big piece of meat was the only reason I married you. Taking hours to get you to cum was probably one of the biggest reasons...I left you” she said, while flopping down on the bed. She spread her legs wide but I know you can do quickies because we have had a few today”. She grabbed my cock again with two hands “now give me another”. As I started pounding Debbie's sloppy pussy and watching her big tits flopping all around,that made me wonder why I ever married her to. Being it was Kentucky during the depression a woman with children had to have a husband to survive. Grandma remarried so my mother was raised by step fathers. Grandma was 78 by the time I was born and I have no idea what number that husband was. He died when I was four-ish. I was scared of him. He was so old he looked like a skeleton with skin and he moved.So my mom’s early childhood was a Kentucky farm during the Great Depression. She told us one year for Christmas she got a single orange and. " I seem to be the only one cooling down," I answered dryly. Actually, the water felt good after the warm sun and I did need to cool off the heat I'd felt growing between us. Not that I intended to share that little bit of information with Ty."Good point." He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside carelessly. When his shorts joined them I could see I didn't have to worry about having the most revealing bathing suit. That little bit of cloth might have been labeled a swimsuit in Europe, but. Thankfully there's a small sink available in the launderette.So, I've danced, had a pee, and my laundry is nearing the end of the wash cycle. Luckily, listening to my music helps keep me from being totally bored. The activity director at the launderette must have taken the last year or so off, because there's shite else to do... no telly, no magazines, no papers, no internet... held captive by the wash cycle with nothing to do... this could go wrong very quickly.As the wash cycle ends, I choose.