I set in in front of the sofa. "Now you sit on my lap and turn the pages," I said, "and I can fuck you and play with your tits." "Ooo!" Her eyes twink...ed. "That sounds like good fun!"I placed the magazine on the stand, then dropped my pants--all I was wearing--kicked them off, and sat down on the cushion. My cock was standing up stuff as a fencepost, which seems amazing after the number of times I shot that morning, but living with Millie gave me an advantage there. Sex with her was a frequent. She was trapped, desperate, she couldn't believe she was going through with this first thing he told her" nobody rides in my truck wearing a bra" she rolled her eyes and started removing her bra, sliding the straps down her arms and pulling it out under her top, it was cool and her nipples were obvious, he wasted no time and reached over and groped her" wow nice firm titties you have" she resigned herself to letting him touch her, as he groped her she looked out the window watching the fence. The complete opposite of my previous ex. She would go out when she wanted and would constantly argue with me. But the sex was hot and we would be romantic atleast when we wernt arguing. Wile we drank together she would constantly bring up how her previous BF had a bigger and thicker cock than me 8in long and 6in round according to her and the pictures she showed me for proof. It was obvious my inferior 5in and 4in round wasent enough for her. She knew it bothered me but deep down inside. I could feel the deep breath you take before the plunge. As I felt it I heard a sound of keys jingling and a locks turning, mum was home. I leapt up and grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. Quickly I put my pyjamas on and jumped into bed almost out of breath. I lay under the covers facing away from the door. I heard mum come up the stairs quietly and carefully. Obviously she had been drinking so she must have been careful not to make noise if she thought was asleep. I heard her get to the.