Almost every night, we would fuck, if its proper to describe it that way when neither partner is really sexually excited. Usually, we would do it just...like I described, but we also tried missionary style, and with me on top. On our sides, entry from the rear, though was the norm, since it was easy to do it for a while, and then fall asleep. We knew we were fucking, and didnt know what the big deal with it was. It was nice, like a massage or a good meal was nice, but it didnt measure up to the. . they called it suicide by cop.”I comforted her and she assured me she was OK and said, “It’s disturbing, but he was no good, a lousy father and I’m not sure he ever said he loved either of us. What I want to ask you is, at the wedding when then the wedding party and family get up to dance, would you be my Mom’s partner. Since all the ruckus from my Dad, she hasn’t many friends and certainly no men in her life. Her sisters’ boys are married and bringing spouses, my older brother is coming with. He slapped her ample ass with his stiff dick and then he filled her hot pussy up with that long, thick black dick. She gasped because it felt so damn good. She wanted it all, every inch. He began to move, stroking her pussy with his hardness. She gasped as he gave her naked ass a nice firm smack. Damn, that turned her on. He told her how good that pussy felt as he moaned and began to stroke faster, getting deeper and deeper with each thrust. When he finally exploded, she could feel his dick. She then admitted that shehad been carrying on affairs for the last three years with a successionof boys. They had ranged in age from fifteen to seventeen, and all hadbeen fired with a lusty eagerness to learn everything she could teachthem about lovemaking. She acknowledged that she considered this to becheating on her husband but pointed out that he was now over forty andquite simply could not produce enough sex drive to satisfy her ravenouswants."I thought I'd be able to do without it," she.