We made love most nights, in a variety of ways, some mental, some physical.Mother Mary came to live with us, and sniffed her disapproval of our fornic...tion.“Marry him,” she said, sternly.“He hasn’t asked me,” I replied.She called Bobby into the room.“You must stop sinning or marry Olivia,” she ordered.“Okay,” he said, happily.“Okay, which one?” I asked.I felt his mental hands on my breasts.“Don’t be silly,” he said.I married a man eight years younger than me. Mother Mary and Melody were my. " Talk to me Brad, Clair and I need to hear that you like this or we'llstop. We don't want to do anything you don't want, do we, Clair? Brad -tell me, do you like Clair stroking you like this? Stroking your rearend? Slowly caressing your ass? Do you, Brad? Does it feel good?" Uh, uh, oh, yes, yes, it's...uh, yes, uh, Oh - I do, I like it." That's good Brad. Do you want lovely Clair to continue? Or should shestop now?" No, please, keep on..uh...stroking me, please..." Brad was nearlydrooling at. Linda wasn't as tight as Violet, which made it so much easier to thrust in and out of her ass. Her asshole easily gaped as my cock slipped out of her bum a few times. The only girl I've fucked with a more loose ass than Linda was Rosa the dancer in Cancun. I guess she was used to fucking a bunch of tourists.I pumped in and of Linda, picking up the speed. "I'm going to cum AGAIN Luke!" Hearing her, I then pulled out and sat up. "New position." Linda got up and bent over the couch. She spread. This past week we had a little bit of ice and snow Wednesday night causing for a not so fun Thursday morning of getting the k**s off to school and driving for Uber. My bad Thursday morning started off as I was driving home after dropping the k**s at school and hit an ice patch on a downhill road. The car in front of me hit their brakes as soon as they hit the ice and they started sliding, I hit my brakes too and joined in the uncontrolled slide. There are few worse feelings than sliding where.