Tracey pulled my hands back up to her breasts and said, “Let me do that for you.” Then Tracey undid her jeans and lowered them below her panties. ... lowered one of my hands down into her panties and found her pussy. It was covered with very soft hair. I slipped a finger into her moist slit and rubbed it up and down until I touched her magic button. Tracey said, “That’s it. Keep rubbing my clit. Please keep rubbing my clit. Give me an orgasm and I’ll let you fuck me.”Where to hell did that come. We were even able to tolerate Bob. My beating of him was the last of my troubles with him. He came in when he could first get around, with Rena by his side. "Dirk, Bob wants to say something. Will you hear him out?" Yes." I waited."Dirk, why the fuck didn't you beat me up after I raped your wife? Every time I got to drinking, I would think you were a wimp and didn't deserve a woman like Mary. I'm done. No more. You are no wimp and you must love this woman more than you did Mary. You certainly. I'm okay in the kitchen, but nothing special." No. I want to do it together. It's a good way to learn intangible things about each other."She frowned."Is this a course you've worked out on relationship building?" No, divorce avoidance. A little extra work at hormone time would prevent a lot of divorces." Because they wouldn't get married?" Exactly."We talked about what she had to work with in her kitchen and decided to go shopping. She didn't keep the place fully stocked. I picked up two salmon. I could see that my Moms pussy was immensely stretched; the horse's dick was at least 3 inches in diameter. The horse continued pounding in and out but not much more seemed to go in until my Mom let out a bit of a growl, at which Blacky said "Its getting to you isn't it?" My Mum didn't answer and the horse kept pounding relentlessly. After about fifteen minutes of this I swapped over and sucked on Moms right nipple, my Moms eyes had by this time rolled right back in her head and she seemed to.