Your father just hired me to fix a problem in the garden.” I interrupted him laughing: “Mr. Albert is my husband. Get in and check what you gotta ...o here.” I saw Alex took off his shirt while working. Didn’t believe my eyes. “I’d fuck this guy now” I thought. I began to touch my pussy which was too wet by now, but Albert, my husband, would be here any moment. In fact, he arrived, I said: “Hi, darling.” He replied: “What’s the matter with you, Monica? You’re sweating, like agitated, tense” . As he entered the foyer of a public building, his sidearm drawn, he finally found what he was looking for. There was a public data terminal mounted on the wall, shaped vaguely like a payphone. It would allow the user to access information such as bus schedules, emergency services, and maps of the city. He activated it, relieved to see that it was still functional, and apparently still connected to the municipal intranet.The city was managed by a dumb-AI known as the Superintendent. It was. Every time I felt I was about to succeed I was blocked. I thought that if this was some other female, a girlfriend or some whore I would have rammed this dick so hard it would surely go in; but this was my mom, I couldn’t do that. So I lowered the shaft and the only too welcoming pussy allowed me entrance. I pounded it hard, marveling at the slight ripple of dark, smooth fleshy buttocks with every slam. I leaned forward and gripped her shoulders and just let myself go, power fucking that sweet. She’d accidentally told him that the big man had taken her panties from her. John Wayne did that after the first time he made her come just by telling her what he wanted to do to her the day they met. She’d suddenly realized that Charles had been acting possessive of her since he’d approached her in the pub the night they met. Diana had tested him to see how possessive he felt. She had been well satisfied by his reaction. She was surprised when he had turned it around to test her and he had.