" "You know Joan, you're just jealous because I was able to find a cute young guy to fuck me. If you'd stop dressing like some closed off housewife an... dress like the sexy divorcee you are, you'd probably get some." Felicia argued back. "I'm very happy with what I have right now. I know I'm not some plain Jane and sure if I dressed like you and I wanted it, I could have some cute young guy bend me over and fuck me hard." I was hearing words coming out of my mom's mouth that I could never have. I shuddered a little as he squeezed the cum I had missed from the blow job I had given him, from his cock, onto my red throbbing head, slowly stroking me, and spreading it around.'Take a seat' Dave said as he let go of my cock momentarily. 'Make yourself comfortable'.I stepped back, and took a seat in the middle of a very large sofa. Before I could get myself totally comfortable, Dave was on his knees, and opening my legs to get between them, running his hand from my own knees to my groin,. After sometime she came back, pulled her bed away fromme and slept again, I was still scared. After some time out of curiosity Imoved sideward facing her, she was lying there with her eyes wide open andlooking at me, I was scared but slowly taking some courage I gave her a smile with my innocent face and very silentlytold that “Aap bohut khoobsurat ho”, she was angry first then she blurted outwith a smile and told “Bohut himmatwale ho I told her himmat tou kam hai butaapki khoobsurti ne mujhe. I remember the night before I went off to boot camp. No one was home at my house and there was a light rain outside. It would be our last time together. I guess ‘For The Good Times’ was a song that I would always remember. It was playing on the radio as we made love for the last time. Lay your head Upon my pillow. Hold your warm and tender body close to mine Hear the whisper of the raindrops, blowing soft, against the window And make believe you love me, one more time, for the good times. As we.