She called me inside and I proceeded into the house. She had said she was drinking a little and told me I could have some to, even though I was only 1... at the time. I grabbed some crappy beer from the fridge that her husband drinks and plopped down on the couch. She tells me her husband is out of town for a few weeks; I can’t help but be a little happy at this news. After a while her friend leaves for work and it is just me and her up talking about whatever comes to mind. She suddenly stops and. Frank suggested we go down to his rec room for desert. When we went down to the basement it looked like any other rec room, a little bigger, a little better furnished, but a rec room. We sat down and relaxed. I could hear Rosalie coming down with desert. When she rounded the corner I saw she was dressed in a bodice, stockings incasing her chubby legs, held up by a garter, and nothing else. Her shaved cunt and ass were totally exposed and her enormous tits barely contained. She placed the cake. It was still there. Morgan had an extra key and unlocked it. Her mother got in, cranked it, and drove back to her house. Once there, the three of us went inside. I could tell from Morgan’s face that it was time to talk. I planned on listening.We sat in the living room. Morgan looked at her mother.Her mother squirmed for a moment and then said, “This started pretty innocently. I have dated a few men from our church as well as from the Baptist church. They were okay but just weren’t exciting. I. Ramon, a Spaniard living for some time in America that was a few years older than her, wasn’t also going downhill with his body. They could be a regular couple like any other, and they were…But, like any couple, they wanted more. Not more as they wished a better house, television or money. That ‘more’ meant that they wanted to keep the flame of their marriage alive, a crossroad many couples, married or not, pass through their lives. And their relationship wasn’t lacking in the sex department.