One fine Sunday she invited me to her house for breakfast I got address and went to address and pressed calling bell. One small opens the door may be ...is age 10 or 12 I said hi to him, at the same suman came introduced me to her son same boy and she asked me to wait in hall actually she was preparing breakfast. After 10 mins the boy went outside to play, suma came and said she will back in 10 mins.I was sitting on sofa and reading some news papers after 10 mins suman came and standing in front. “Because Cathy and I agreed that we shouldn’t hide our unplanned friskiness from her...” I added after pausing for a moment to let that part of the story sink in, “ ... uh, Lynette didn’t take our admission too well when Cathy talked with her during her fifth period lunch. I heard that she stormed out of the cafeteria, and now, my name is worse than Mud with Lynette.”“Oh man,” Jennifer whispered and reached across the table and laid her soft hands over mine. “You haven’t talked to either. Frankie looked at Bob and his look mirrored her own, guilt written over both their faces, reality bites hard she thought.Without really having a clue where they were going they walked to the top of the alleyway and flagged a taxi down.‘Holiday Inn please mate’ Bob asked as he got in.They sat in silence until they arrived both obviously lost in their own thoughts. As they got out, holding hands they walked to reception, ‘have you a room please’ Bob asked ‘we have been on a night out and our lift. As we fucked, we talked. And in between the fucks, we drank, ate, and talked some more. Exploring the things that made us what we were. I loved to fuck her face to face as I lay over her thrusting furiously between her spread thighs. Looking at her looking at me gave the sex so much more meaning. Ruth especially loved to be taken from behind in nature's own natural way. "The fucking Flinstones" as she described us as I filled her womb again. Good old Fred was finally getting the girl.It is a.