Since she and her husband had started having their problems, she drank more each day.First, it was a couple of beers a night. Later it became a couple...of beers and some champagne each evening to deaden that empty feeling. Now, it was a shot of bourbon and four or five beers. But still that empty feeling remained.The marriage was empty. He had not been intimate with her in a long time. She couldn't remember the last time they had made love.He still expressed his love for her by supporting her. Stereotypically advanced, so it did nothing but cementAda's first impression. Was she here to pick up guys? Ada shook herhead and returned to her reading as the blonde got up and went over toa bookshelf to look for another book, or probably just show off herlarge, soft, shapely ass that was exploding out of her skin-tight, low-rider jeans. Ada felt a chill go up her spine and shivered in response.She felt her thoughts shifting from her readings to the blonde and howmuch she loathed that bitch.. I assumed his mothers hot body at the pool had turned him on because like I said, I saw him watching us a few times. I told him not to be embarrased because masturbating was a natural thing to do and everyone did it. After he calmed down, he then said it was my fault that he had to come to the room to jerk off. I said why is that, thinking it was his mothers fault. He said "Do you think I haven't seen your big dick get hard in your swimming trunks when you and mom are fooling around?". I was. My fingers were encouraged by the lady's hand until two of them made an entrance and were completely enclosed in the hot, moist tissue. The little protuberance which all women have within the orifice, and which is the principal seat of sensation, was in her remarkably developed. It was as large as the end of my little finger. I played with it and squeezed it and plunged my fingers past it again and again; she manifested her pleasure by kissing me on the neck, where she had hidden her face. When.