After a few moments of his thrusting, her body adjusted and provided the lubrication it needed to keep from tearing. The bed creaked and squealed with...his thoughtless humping. She rubbed her face on the pillowcase, hiding the evidence of her pain, and moaned as he liked her to. Wiggling her rear, she forced herself onto her hands and knees. He gripped her hips, gently for once, and stroked in and out of her. She rocked back against him, gyrating her body as an experienced whore might. Rehearsed. He wasn't the first to pretend to be nice to her only to take advantage of the situation, in fact it was how she'd ended up here, dumped by some guy after taking what he wanted from her after promising her food, but perhaps this time this guy was different...She silently followed him, watching his movements, he lead her without even laying a finger on her through this oddly confidant air about him, perhaps it was the heat affecting her more than she thought but there was just something about. Everything had turned out for the best after all. Even Chet’s group was going strong without her and her son. She missed the gang-bangs, but she would have missed her husband even more.“Mom?” Greg called out from the hall.Anna felt her snatch fire up again. Shit, she thought to herself as she untied her nightgown and Jet it fall open at the front. If she couldn’t have gang sex, she wasn’t about to let any opportunities of fucking her son fly by. Paul wouldn’t. Shana explained that she was involved in the investigation of the murder of Jimmy Lane."Who's Jimmy Lane?" I asked her.She explained that he was the previous owner of this house, and that he had been murdered in the street outside about 6 months ago."Oh ... I thought that the house was owned by a Tammy Green" I explained."That would be his wife" Shana explained."I wanted to talk to her further about the night of the murder" she added.I explained that I had purchased the house about two months.