Hunts the birds and mice, and eats them rather than the expensive cat food you’ve bought, just to prove she’s her own cat. Sure she could be tempe...amental, but clingy and sullen just aren’t like her.I wonder if she wants to move on, to leave this whatever-it-is. I don’t like that, I don’t want to lose her, but I don’t have any claim on her. I don’t have any right to stop her, or even to complain about it.She probably needs someone closer to her own age. And that thought sours my stomach. It’s. What she probably could not tell was he was also on the verge of one himself. He could feel his small erection begin to get even harder inside her. This enabled him to feel more of her pink walls surround him, pulling on him, which in turn made it really hard for him keep up the pace into her. Before long, he was going to have to slow his thrusts and then she would know for sure he was going to cum. She was getting closer. She started to breath heavier and moan deeper. She was getting more. “I’ll let you touch my pussy and so will my husband. He likes to watch other men touching me,” she hinted.Susan took his left hand guiding it down to her hairless flesh. “Feel how wet my husband is making my pussy for fucking!” she said prompting several fingers to enter her. “Mmm, that feels nice Andrew,” she sighed, quickly kissing his cheek. “Please feel my tit too,” she smiled as the other hand fondled her full breast.Andrew straightened up, Susan noticing the change in the size of the. No," I started nervously. "I can come back tomorrow. I was just here for the rent." The rent?" she asked incredulously. She looked at the calendar on the refrigerator. "Oh my stars..." The color drained from her face. It was as though I'd told her Jenny had cancer. "Jenny's behind on the rent, isn't she?" Her voice was noticeably distressed.We sat down together on the couch with our coffees. As we drew close, I could smell alcohol on her breath. "I try to be a good mother," she started again..