Most men thought – no, all men thought – she was much hotter than her daughter and Lois never neglected to taunt Meg about it. Meg was so needy an... insecure, so plain and awkward. Lois sometimes wondered how such a girl could be her daughter. She was a hindrance and Lois didn’t mind too much about hurting her. Of course, all Meg’s faults would corrected by maturity, but Lois couldn’t and wouldn’t see it, and had grown to despise her daughter. Lois wondered what Meg would think if she could see. By the end of the story, my hand was drenched in his pre-cum and his ass crack and lower back was soaked in mine. I was stroking his cock and pinching his nipples and biting his neck, as he was rocking back into my swollen thickness.We both slowed to breathe a little, and I said in an unintended hoarse whisper, “Did that… help?”“Uh huh”“Gonna read more?”“I can’t focus”“Good”We had hardly looked at one another, but that was imminent. We were primed. The savage b**st would not be quelled for. I was like , i like wilde womens. Than i asked her how is your marraige life going? She got quite for minute and gasp and in sad sound my husband is not in much interst in sex. He is always bz with his work and i asked her what kind of work her does. She said he drive taxi and when he comes home from work eat and after half hour he felt sleep and he have no time to pleasue me , we have sex in week on sunday and he can’t satatifed me , he using just trying to do it in bed and argasm , and than. " No problem mom. I must say, I wish Brenda would just open up and talk like you and I do when we can." Oh, I'm sorry." I try to get her to open up but she just clams up. Like with the job she has, she just tells me she hates it and if I tell her she can quit and stay home or go get another job, she just rolls her eyes and walks away. She will not even tell me what she would like for me to do to her as far as our sex life goes, she just wants to lay on her back and not really get into it.