What if I left the garden and went walking down the road, so I couldn't run if a car came? What if I somehow tied myself down where I could be seen? A... first they were idle thoughts - I fantasised about them as I ran my fingers over my pussy, imagined them as I pinched on my nipples. But then they started getting more serious. What if I actually did do it? What if I put myself in a position where someone could actually rape me, if they had a mind to it?The first time I made an actual plan that. There was no unity in that room, there was no standing together, there was no family. There were no people shouting and raising their hands in the air.There were moans and groans and expletives being repeated over and over. There were sighs and there was wetness all around. The room smelled of sex.At the picket line, David, Iaian and Christopher all cheered as their wives were either sucking the cock of their local union leader or plastering his mouth with copious quantities of pussy. I slipped my tongue in a little and gently sucked her lips. To my surprise she responded with her tongue. After a few minutes we paused for air. She looked into my eyes. 'I really missed the love with your Grandpa, but at 48 I just couldn't see myself going out anymore, especially when I had to raise you properly. You tempted me during your high school years all the time with your erections and resting on my breasts watching movies but how could I ruin the life that was in front of you. I knew. Then she laid down on me, and I could feel her breastsagainst my chest, and she was just moving back and forth ontop of me, massaging her boobs against my chest. I wasgetting a little hotter and felt like I might cum again inthe next couple of hours! I was thrusting slowly into her insynch with her movements and she was moaning and panting aswe kept fucking each other."I'm cumming," she whispered. "I'm cumming." "Come on, honey!" I said into her ear, and hugged hertighter to me and slammed my.