He took me into the garden and showed me the roses he’d planted in Diane’s memory and the vegetables he was growing. ‘I could do with you coming...over to cook a Sunday roast like you used to,’ he said. ‘I really miss that. And it would use some of the vegetables up. There’s too many for just the likes of me.’ For one reason or another, I found myself blurting out: ‘Well, I think I could manage that… What about this Sunday?’ It just went on from there. After a while I began to spend all my. I heard you moaning. As he is saying all this he is laying down naked by my side. His right hand fingers are torturing my clit and his other hand is pressing my body against his. I moan...-Listen to me when I speak to you!- He plays with me twice more vigorously- Didnt you want this? Tell me how much you wanted this!Tears are now flowing down my eyes... I am choking on pleasure... my moans have turned into screams... My body is convulsing with every touch of his fingers...My cunt is stuck in an. I’m sure Adriana is confused by the whole situation right now. This isn’t normally how we do things.) Now for your reward. My pussy needs some attention. Lie down.I lie down on the floor.Mom: You get to watch, Adriana. If I see you touching yourself, there’ll be hell to pay.My mother undresses and lowers herself onto my face. Her soft pubic hair tickles, and a salty aroma nearly overwhelms me. It’s getting harder to breathe. She’s fucking sitting on my face. I wish I weren’t wearing that bloody. ”“Okay, that answers that. Now, the other question is, what sort of commission do you think he’d have gotten off one of those houses?”“Depends on the price. In the case of your house, I made just under $6500 on the $300,000 sale price. I KNOW Brad unloaded one house for a price-tag that was double that amount. That would have been a check for $12,000 on the day they closed, at least.”“So he’s probably not hurting for money,” I concluded.“Are you kidding? We make our salary and then we make.