He didn’t.“What are we going to do tonight?” he asked, instead.It threw her off base. What did he think they were going to do? Hadn’t he just ...dmitted that he had sex on his mind?“Go out to eat? Play a game? Go for another walk?” He made suggestions in rapid fire speech.She looked confused, and he laughed.“Come on, Janet. We can’t just fuck like bunnies all the time. We need to get to know each other too.”His use of the term “fucking like bunnies” was similar to what her husbands might have. It was a mutt whose dark coat hid it well in the darkness, away from the receding light of the street lamp. He was staring at the waiting shed in front of their house.John could never understand why he had said yes when he wanted to say no to his aunt Mabel. She was inviting him home to the province where he had grown up for a while until he had to leave for college in Manila. He was an orphan and his mother’s sister had taken him in after his parents died in a tragic car accident when he was. She was about 5 foot 4 with perfect B cups. My Dad was the only sex partner Mom ever had. Perhaps “partner” is not the right word. Partners share. He took the sexual relief he needed from her, with no concern for her needs. In the simplest terms, my Mom was love starved. Being her first born, I was the object of her love. As for me, having no emotional relationship with my Father, I focused all my love on Mom.She took my hand and led me back to her bed. We lied on our sides facing each other.. - Well, I'm tired now, I think we should get some sleep, I think tomorrow is gonna be a rough day. She said and we both laughed, then we went to bed to get some sleep.We woke up quite late the day after, it was a beautiful morning. I got up rather quickly and opened the window to get some fresh air inside, then I crawled over to Emma whom was waking up and gave her a kiss on her cheek, she was laying on her belly with no blanket on, and I caressed her sexy small round ass a bit, she.