No sooner had she left the room than she was back coming back in. "Come here, you have to see this" she said to me in an urgent whisper. " What's up..." I replied " Quick come and see" she said So I slipped on a shirt and folowed her out of the room, she stood outside her mother's bedroom, the door open just enough for us to see in. I stood behind her and looking over Michelle's shoulder Iwe watched her mother lying on the bed, naked massaging her breasts, eyes closed and moaning with desire.. It felt right. I felt right. I tried not to think about how this would most likely never happen again as I thought of Molly’s sweet sleeping face, inches away from mine. I found myself smiling as the minutes flew by. I loved spending time with her. It didn’t even need to be anything big, like talking or flirting. I found myself happier than I could recall being. It hit me smack in the face that this feeling was a thousand times better than spending the night with a girl I didn’t know, fucking. It was bit painful as my cunt was moist less and he too was grimacing.I felt like a virgin.But he continued humping me. He gained speed and now was fucking me faster and swifter. The pain faded and it was heaven.“Aaaahhhh……..slowly”“I love you.”“I love you too, but slowly.”He rather increased his speed“Aaaahhhhhh………..”“Sister-fucker, aren’t you ashamed of fucking of your own sister-in-law?”“No.” he replied loudly.“Sister-fucker, asshole, and rascal, bastard” I started giving more slangs and he. The problem in Belfast was where to take a girl for a good shagging. It was still a very provincial place in 1986, try to book into a hotel for a night with a young woman and no luggage, and the local Morality Police would be round like a flash to save your soul. Luckily we had come up trumps with these two, or at least Gino had, as it was him that had pulled them -- is it any wonder I had him as a mate? One of the girls, Francine, had her own flat which she shared with the other bird, her.