”For a second she stared at him as the hairs rose on her neck. She wondered, discounted the possibility, and then asked, “What is John’s last na...e?”“John Carter.”The color slowly drained from her face as she looked at Ed. This was news that she had not heard. She asked, “Betsy died?”The look on her face and the fact that she knew Betsy’s name told Ed everything that he needed to know. This was not the way for a friend to find out. Leading her over to a chair, he let her sit down. Kneeling next. He explained how wonderful it was growing up in his household. He told her that his parents had wonderful communication and were always putting the other first. He told her about their disagreement over wallpaper when they first moved in together, and how the final choice was his Dad's. He went on to say how when they were first married they had decided that while in most things they would be able to compromise, there would be times when compromise wouldn't work and someone had to have the. My own mum, was one of the stars back then, she had a huge appetite for sex and most of the men would 'Bag Her', just for the sake of saying they did so. She was a typically tall Scandinavian woman, with a great physic, loved being amongst men of all ages, and as I watched her typical greeting, of full mouth on mouth kissing, she would drop her hand and fondle their cocks and testicles, while some of the men would look at me and smile, my own nudity exciting some more than my mothers fondling. ”“Did you mean it?”“MmmmHuh, I do now.”He lifted off me and pulled off his pajamas then helped me strip naked. When we bonded again as a couple his bare skin was caressing mine, causing the woman to rise from my womb with a heated urgency to couple again.We still couldn't make noise, the house was full of family so my brother and I screwed with caution but without limitations. It was actually one of the hottest sex sessions I ever enjoyed because we took a lot of time being careful to be quiet..