Well that’s all her trolley contained, bottles of spirits, other than a bag of dog biscuits. I guess her age was mid-fifties to late-fifties, about ...hirty years older than us. Her hair was clearly coloured to disguise her grey hair and had that odd blue tinge to it that older woman seem to go for. What caught my eye though was an expensive brand of malt whisky in her trolley, emphasised by a large electronic security tag enveloping the cap. She’d loaded up other expensive brands as well, yet no. Ace stopped texting and called her directly. “Are you with me or not?” he demanded. “What’s that supposed to mean, am I with you?” she answered. “I been accommodating your domestic situation plenty. Plenty! But this is some bullshit, you always making excuses. I taking care of your needs and you gotta come through now. Now ditch those kids somewhere or forget you!” “Ace, please, don’t be like that with me. I’m doing what I can!” “Forget you! And don’t be expecting me to be looking for you. You. She laughs and takes a nice hit from the bong, taking the whole shot in one go and letting the smoke out in a nice big cloud. I could see she was quite stoned from the shot and I had felt the pot I had got this time used to make me really horny.We took a few bong hits like that and was watching some stupid show on TV, which was kept on mostly so that there would be some noise and it wouldn’t get awkward if there was silence. She and I were quite bombed and she slowly lied down on the mattress. He sure loved that short skirt without panties."Groaning, she turned away from the mirror and slid into the steaming water. Her fingers went right to her swollen lips, her aroused clit, her slippery hole. She closed her eyes and imagined the four boys coming back into the house to apologize to Mark, but hearing her moans they creep into her bathroom to see her, to see her large breasts bobbing in the tub, her legs wide open with her fingers pumping in and out for her sopping cunt. Their cocks.