Deep in his mind, he had to admit hehad enjoyed the woman, enjoyed the frenzied rutting,and he knew that as long as he did that well, he wouldlive and...be fed. He was sure he could survive on gruel,fish and sex for the rest of his days.Greta stood, adjusted her thick belt and looked downthe wide aisle of the longboat where the men bent overtheir heavy oars, her jutting breasts still tinglingfrom their attention, her puffy sex lips quivering,oozing, wanting more. The sleek ship had rounded. ) Now back to the question why I fucked my mom. The answer was simple. I couldn't get myself laid often enough with other women. And among the three women I managed to fuck mom was the most attractive and the most sexy. (I confessed I had lied and embellished a little about my sex life in those two earlier stories.)These thoughts passed through my mind as I watched mom do the vacuuming. Her good friends, the doctor and his wife had chosen to stay with their daughter in California for. ” She looked from the girl to her brother and then to Thomas wondering why he would choose a girl that had her brother come with her. Marlena made her apologies, “I’m sorry but I have another engagement. I will leave you two alone.” Marlena tried to make a point when she corrected herself, “I’m sorry, the three of you to get to know each other. Feel free to help yourself to the Champagne.” Marlena put her still half-full flute of Champagne down and was going to leave. Just as she took a step. Less than an hour ago this complete stranger had rung her door bell. In the minutes since then, his deep voice, his intimate words had persuaded her to allow him to enter her porch and then enter her body, where he had rung a very different bell. The rushing water had washed away the juices of that moment, but could not remove the deep-rooted heat in her lower belly.A moment of rationality made her wonder where he might be right now. He'd had his way with her. He might have dressed, maybe.