After his funeral, mother started letting her hair down. The day after we buried dad, she asked me to stop calling her mother and to start calling her...Mandy or just "Honey." A few days after that, she swapped her mid-calf length dresses for miniskirts and thin, cotton blouses. Not long after that, she stopped wearing bras. I remember thinking the first morning she came down to breakfast without a bra that she had never looked more beautiful or as sexy. At forty-something, she had a body that. ”“I’m in love with you too, but we have to be with them, so that we can have a relationship.”“What relationship? We’re dating other people! We’re using them as a cover Randy, its not right, we barely even have time for each other anymore!”“I know, I feel bad about it too, I hate using them like this, but we need them, don’t you see?”“You’re not talking me out of this Randy, not this time! I don’t wanna do it anymore!”I turned the volume up a little so we couldn’t be heard and sat her down next. There were several small holes where partitions had been before and been removed, right about where I had the dildo attached. There is a utility closet on the other side of the wall from the bathroom with closing door, enclosed to keep chemicals and such in it safely. I stepped over there, and saw that the wall that was shared with the bathroom had several shelves, but there was a wide space between the two shelves. I got one of Jackson's hand drills with a doorknob drill bit, located the spot. She was eighteen, they couldn’t stop her. She hadn’t looked back, and wouldn’t be going back.Stephanie tightened her cunt muscles around Tony’s wonderful cock, she was coming, her breath came in short breaths, “harder Tony, yes, yes, yessssssss, fuck me, fuck me, oh my god, oh my god, yessssssss,” she moaned as her orgasm made her body tremble. It almost frightened her. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and Tony’s mother walked in, she smiled at Stephanie. “Sorry to interrupt, Tony darling,.