" How long have you lived here?" Uhhm ... you were six when we bought this house, Tina, so it's been eleven years in April." You've done very well to ...rovide a home for your daughter as a single parent. That couldn't have been easy." Mom worked her buns off," Tina said abruptly."Tina," Fiona reproved."Well you did, Mom. She nearly redid the whole inside of the house almost by herself, Mr. Andrews." I'm not surprised, Tina," I said in support. "Your mother is a high achievement person and is. He looked over his shoulder."Do I look different?" she asked, her voice tense."Different how?" he asked.She blushed. She wasn't about to ask her little brother if she had tits or not."Just different," she insisted. "Do I look different than usual?"Matt knew his sister well, and he heard something in her voice that sounded a little like fear. He took a bite of his sandwich and turned around to look at her."I don't know," he said with his mouth full. "You do something to your hair?" My. Not that anyone would want to keep me company, given my current state. My hair was now dirty blond as I could not afford to visit my stylist. I had lost weight – about ten pounds in the last two weeks – but still wasn't happy with my body. I was braless in a grey tank top, and I could feel the sagging of my 36C breasts – an event I had hoped would wait until I was well into my thirties. My nipples were showing through the grey fabric, but at this point, I didn't care. I was poor and tired and. Often, I would just push down my jeans and bend over the couch arm, and then tell him, not ask him, tell him to take me, fuck me relentlessly, walloping my ass cheeks as he rides me. I now wanted anal all the time, not just occasionally when I was in the mood, and also not that slow ‘I’ll be careful’ anal, but the hard ‘Fuck me fiercely with your balls whacking off my cunt!’ type of anal. Adrian was of course loving all this, his normally demure wife a complete slut, he never questioned why I.