"It's okay. You're not a cheating whore," I told her. "Dad was pig. He didn't deserve you. You deserved some happiness, mom. So he caught you and your...... uh ... boyfriend?"My mom wiped at her tears, an almost grateful smile on her face, for a moment. "Yeah, my b-boyfriend," she nodded, flushing, the almost smile gone. "We were in bed. He was supposed to be playing poker all night with his friends. He was so angry when he caught us. My lover fled and I locked myself in the bathroom. He pounded. He'd discovered a new technique too. He tenderly licked the tip of my bullet nipples, before circling his way round to the outside, them back in again. I wriggled under him, my clit begging to be touched. He let go of my hands and he began massaging the breast he wasn't working his magic on. After a few minutes I felt his dick pressing into my crotch and my pussy begged for attention. He pressed his tongue harder against my sensitive bullets as a groaned and clawed at his back.He stopped. I. My showed up with herhubby and his brother i got my purse and we left we went to a restuant the black angus. everyone one as we went to the bar side and sat in a both i noticed several guys were staring grinning. i had my blouse unbottoned part way , so the guys could see my breast better llo,. we had a few drinks and desided to go to a club we left for fredricks on the strip. i shaked my ass and breastas we left exsposing my rear end , we were at the club for ahwile i. My skirt has ridden up my legs, mid-thigh now, and I close my eyes for a moment, letting the wind caress me. Unbidden you jump into my mind and I smile slightly. Opening the door and letting myself in. The house is quiet and still, dark without the sun streaming through the windows. Work gets tossed onto the couch, left for another moment. I’ve had enough for this week. Walking into the kitchen. The streetlight casts a soft glow around the room, and shines off a glass of wine on the table..