Karen straddled me, grabbed my cock in herhand, then lowered herself. My rockhard cock slipped right intoher warm and already wet cunt. We both gasped...even as wecontinued to listen for the sounds of anyone coming in. ThenKaren began slowly posting herself up and down on me while Irocked my hips to push in and out. It began to feel better andbetter and soon we were gasping loudly, totally oblivious to thesounds around us. Harder and harder we moved while I felt like mycock just kept growing. There was strength, concern, confidence, wonder and even some I couldn’t even label. I thought, ‘Is that a mother’s look? Yeah, like I’d know what a mothers look was. A string of foster homes and a stint in a ‘boy’s school’ really didn’t give me a clue. I know a lot more about a ‘knuckle sandwich’ than I do about a mother’s look. This woman has just paddled me and that I understand, but now she’s feeding me and looking concerned about me, am I getting enough food or is she giving me the right. I appreciated a good dick every now and then but I was strictly chickly. “You’ll find Ceres in the living room kneeling. I want her chores done. We are not finished by a long shot. I’ll deal with you tonight, Liya, for running.” I looked down at my hands, mutely nodding my head. The less said the better. I walked out my room right behind him. He stood at the top of the stairs watching my red thong clad buns calmly sashaying down the stairs. I found Ceres kneeling on her cushion beside. "Very funny, almost as funny as the lady who owes me money being in jail," he said."I wasn't in jail. I was being questioned by the police. Cops tend to be very careful when arresting me these days. The lotto winner story is the worst kept secret in history." I said."Yeah, I can imagine. So, you got my car?" he asked."I thought for sure I would have to have this piece of shit towed home, but I'm back in town. If you meet me somewhere, we can swap cars now. If you would rather you can come by.