Ever so gently, I allowed the middle finger of my hand to trace the line of her ass crack. I started near the small of her back, and she didn’t...make any objections. I let my digit move slowly downwards, pretending to be unaware of its travels by engaging one of the girls in meaningless conversation. It was just as I began to press the tip of my finger against her anus that I felt her butt cheeks tighten. By instinct, I looked around. Mom was glaring at me with that stern, school-ma’am,. And that divorces were expensive. She was left with nothing. Her mother tried to help out but her illness just got worse and less than a year after Karen's divorce became final, her mother died. Funerals were expensive too, it seemed, and Karen was forced to sell her mother's house in order to pay to have the old woman buried next to her husband, Karen's father.And so Karen found herself working at the only job she was really qualified for: vacuuming floors, making beds and cleaning toilets in. Being a little fat, I placed a pillow below her ass to bring her cunt up. I asked whether I should go slow and she reminded me of her last 5 boyfriends. Without thinking anymore I was riding here immediately. We changed position to doggie and continued in about 5 minutes both of us came. Zen asked me to lick her off. We went to 69 position. While I licked her off she was preparing me for next round. I had already started thinking about her ass. She quite strongly opposed for backdoor entry as. I reached through the shattered window, slicing a two-inch gash into my forearm on a jagged edge of glass— and couldn't reach the deadbolt. I couldn't get inside! The panic threatened to return, but I shook it off, willing myself to stay calm. I ignored the biting pain in my forearm and shouted to the Morrisons through the broken window.No one replied.I quickly looked around to find some way to get in, hoping to find another rock or something to break the front window. Rather than a way in, all.