I was still in bed, fast asleep. It’s the time of the winters and winter brings good morning sleep. I was still nude from the last night sex with my...daughter’s boyfriend. The quilt was covering my body except the half of my right boob which was still exposed.Somebody climbed my bed. He looked at my face and the rest of what he could see. I sensed him and turned to my right. At once I was surprised, but then a smile flashed on my face. I bit my lips. He smiled too. He came down and gave me a. His mom took the pyjama out of her legs. She was now standing only in her panties. Then abbas was caressing her butts. He asked her that the panty were also wet and remove it also.Abbas said –“mom, your panty is also all wet. Why don’t you remove them also.”Mom said –“yes, I am going to remover it also.”Abbas –“then mom let me do it for you.”Before his om could reply, he put the finger in the waist band of her panty and slowly moved it down. And with in sometime she was standing nude. She threw. She glanced at the door again. Would Mrs. Thorn mind if she tried it for a few seconds? It wouldn't be the same as the real thing, of course, but it would be close, closer than anything she had in a long time.She spread her legs wider, lifted one foot to the edge of the counter, the other on one of the steps leading up to the round tub. She touched her pussy again, pushed her middle finger in and spread her moist lips. She touched the tip of the rubber cock to the wet, pink area, moving it up. But still I continued to maintain my distance, always leaving before the end of the night, never saying goodbye, and yet week after week he’d be there. Until one night he wasn’t. I was devastated, and proceeded to drink far more than was sensible. I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t there, he was always there, nor was he in any of the other bars. Finally as the heavens opened and the rain poured down I stumbled home, feeling dejected and insecure. And there he was, standing in my doorway,.