I gasped at how great he felt. I wanted to let him stay in me, but I didn't want a C. I needed an A. And there was only one way to get an A. I shudder...d as I squeezed my pussy down on him. Then I slid up.He growled into Rebecca's pussy. She groaned, squirming on him, her big boobs swaying from side to side. Her face twisted in delight. She smiled at me as I slid up him. Then my cunt popped off of him. I shuddered and enjoyed that sensation.I shifted him and guided him to my asshole, holding his. After the newchore of wiping myself, I went straight to the mirror. I was certainlyyoung, late teens or early twenties, but not at all like my former selfor any of the female members of his family. Who was I? "A young lady withamnesia" was the best answer. It would be a challenge and I was stillvery much up for one of those.I re-entered my new bedroom and went straight to the desk in the cornerwhich had a laptop and several documents on it. They seemed to beofficial letters to and from various. It's clear what she wanted so I went to the end of the bed and lay down with my chest on the bed and my feet on the floor.I slide one hand under her right leg and she raises her buttock for me so I slipped it up to feel her ass cheek."You want to get deeper eh," she teases as she raises the other buttock so I send my second hand to grip her ass cheeks. She grips my head, but by my ears rather than the top or side of my head so the sound becomes muffled and my world becomes her pussy.She is. If she could not have my child, an adopted kid would be more a family. She had her tubes tied. Sex improved. She seemed to enjoy her new free lifestyle. She didn't want a job, so she stayed at home spending time, energy and money with women of the neighborhood.Soon after our 5th anniversary, we shifted to a new house close to her parents. It was here she met her life. Him, her ex-boyfriend, who had jilted, married, divorced, travelled around, and back home for a semi-retired life. She was.