.. What did she mean by wanting to fuck me properly.It was a few weeks later on a Friday morning as I got ready for work that she walked out of the b...d room with nothing on but one of my t-shirts. I'm not huge but on her tight body my shirts are quite loose and as she walked past me I saw that it barely covered her ass."I forgot you had the day off today, got anything planned?" I asked.She simply replied with "I need to pop in to town to pick up some bits and pieces... I believe I still have. Because standing on my porch were two people that I'd promised myself I'd never see again.And I owed it to myself to get the fuck away from there - from Dad, from that disgusting whore, from my own mother who let them stand there.My legs seemed to know where they were going. I found myself easing into a jog, following my personal running trail through the town, where running was actually a challenge, into the open fields, and when I couldn't run anymore I stopped, and fell back on the soft. ”Peggy asked, “Will you promise to fuck me every day? I kind of got used to it. Billy and I did it as often as we could…and I live with you so maybe we can do it more often.”I said, “I’d like that.”We fell asleep in my bed and Mom found us that way when she woke us up. She found Peggy’s bed empty and then she found us together. She slipped into my room and threw the covers off from us. The cool air was a shock and we both jumped.Peggy asked, “What are doing?”Mom said, “What are doing in your. A longing rose inside her. It grew higher and higher. She kissed him, nervously. Could he understand? She didn't want to wait. She pulled away, ashamed of herself.Had she offered refuge to a lost soul, or was she so base, so low, to think of carnal desires meant for husband and wife? She should have equipped Grisha with the means to make his own living, but instead, she selfishly kept him captive in her home. She had disrespected the memory of her late husband. She had sinned in the house he'd.