.. hic. Thank you, hic. Ohhh, " she grumped out in frustration at her body's reaction to the stress of the moment.Art forced himself to not grin. "Shh.... Easy," he quietly said into her ear. "It's all over, and besides, I was just doing my job."The sobbing continued, her voice slurred by her efforts to talk through her crying. "Every time I saw you, I would just be back, hic, in that motel room. I know it's nuts, but I, hic, just couldn't help it."Art glanced over at the doorway when he. “But not tonight. Tonight is for this hot pussy.”He pushed his cock back inside my pussy and this time it went deeper. I bent down further and I felt him going deeper.I was on the bed, face down and he held my hair and started banging me.“Look up front,” he said and I did like he asked. There was a mirror in front of us and I could see him fucking me.“Oh, yes baby. You are so deep in my womb right now.”“It’s so hot in here. Nobody can last long in you.”I smiled at him and he kept fucking me. I was again very conscious that my naked body was being scrutinized by strangers. I felt my nipples involuntarily harden. I hoped it looked sexy. I heard the pop of a cork and the clink of glass. Someone took my hand and placed a drink into it. I thought that I had already consumed more alcohol than was good for me. I raised the glass in what I intended as a toast, without having any idea if anyone was in front of me or even looking. I focused hard on holding the glass upright and steady. There. Mom really liked the fact that I could cook a pretty tasty meal so we ate out less and spent more time together. She really loved Jennifer, that was obvious and Jennifer thought she was just the best mom ever. When neighbors started asking about Jennifer, Mom invited them in to meet her. I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but after introductions were made, Jenn and I went to the kitchen to prepare the canapés while they had their discussion. Before anyone could work their way around to ask.