I couldn’t tell much else about her from the distinct bagginess of her clothing. It wasn’t due to ill-fit of the garments. On the contrary, they w...re baggy on purpose, more for comfort than anything else. How on earth I recognized her was beyond me. She was so different from back then, bent over like someone had destroyed any happy emotion supporting her front. This made me question my own eyes, as it seemed impossible the girl she seemed to be could express unhappiness. That seat next to her. Most of those times, there was a smell of sex from the master bedroom. I’m no Sherlock Holmes but it was a likely deduction that Mom was fooling around with Mr. K.When we got home, I noticed the smell of sex again from the master bedroom. It was overpowering. Mom was dressed normally but didn’t look to have recently showered. She gave off the same smell of aroused woman with semen overtones as Mrs. K. If I had to guess, I’d say that Mr. Kowalski, who was missing from the audience this evening,. I released the hold on Cullen's and my orgasms, and we groaned and came as well, our rhythm suffering as we both thrust erratically while our seed emptied into her.I collapsed down beside Cullen, my cock almost aching as it left her warm hole, and she shivered through her aftershocks as Cullen reluctantly pulled out. I healed her cervix, leaving her sobbing from the memory of pain, not the real thing. I made her lick us both clean before allowing her to relax, then suggested that we would enjoy. Before he knew it Elizabeth had a complete description of the date, right up to them leaving Tennants."So, anything happen after?" she asked, sweetly. On seeing Stan's slight frown, she added quickly, "Oh, don't mind me. I'm just living vicariously, you know." That's okay, Elizabeth. We had a cup of coffee, then I left. Nothing more." 'This time! But it was close, ' he added silently."Any more plans?"A goofy smile on his face, he answered, "We're going out again tomorrow. Dunno where, yet. What.