“Kendi, take off your clothes and meet me on the patio, please.”I stripped off where I stood, picked the paper out of my pants pocket and walked o...t to the patio. I sat on the lounge chair and a few minutes later a naked Kendi joined me.“Sit here, please.”Kendi sat between my legs and laid back against me. I wrapped my left arm around her breasts and put my right hand on her belly. I kissed her neck and shoulder and used my fingers to lightly make slow circles around her belly. Soon it would be. Now, I'm not going to be going into lurid details of being bum ****d by my grandpa or sticking my juvenile cocklet in my grandma's cunt because it wasn't like that. But those times DID set the trend for my life of sluttyness to some degree. Most Saturdays wnen the footy season was on my Dad and his two brothers would go off to Ayresome Park to watch the Boro play. I wasnt particularly sporty, thouh give me a young lad in a footy kit and I'll be noshing on his cock like a good'un, haha, so Dad. The following week we moved everything to my house including her stuff from her apartment. Some of her belonging went into the garage and into the spare bedroom, but she went into my bedroom and slept with me.She was great in bed. I got sex at least once a day and usually two or three times a day. Marsha was open to giving blowjobs, taking it up the ass, and even getting on top and doing all of the work. My wife wouldn’t do any of that stuff.My business grew, my sex life improved, and I fell in. "What have you done to my nice cleankitchen? Look at the mess you've made and there's water everywhere! Jim Iswear..."I got nervous what with having an inch and a half tall genie on thekitchen counter behind me. I wanted Mom to leave before she saw him andreally caused problems. Yeah, well, the best laid plans and all that. Isputtered out, "D, d, don't worry Mom. I'll clean it all up right away. Iwas just..."But like all good moms, she continued unfazed right where I cut her off,"I swear Jim,.