Mom said that my Dad barely touched her these days. She suspected that he might have some women that he spends time with on his business travels. We m...st have been extremely horny that day. Mom made me hard with her mouth once more. Once she did that she mounted me. Mom rubbed her pussy lips against my pole. When I was really hard she lowered herself onto my erection.It was surprising that we fucked again. Mom seemed to need cock repeatedly. I found out that she loved having her tits played. What mom said did you hear that?” Amanda now cries uncontrollably into my chest, moaning. “No. No. No. No.” My heart is breaking knowing just how she feels. She pulls away looking me in the face. “It's.. Can’t be.. NO.. PLEASE NO!” She’s too upset to make a full sentence. Or she just reads the sad confirmation on my face, the same face she saw when I had to tell her some other painful news, about a pet, and then the same face when telling her about her grandparents and later her mother. “I. Those bottle lanyards are so great. I didn't have time to make a lanyard yesterday, but I sure want one as soon as possible. They are so handy. (If you remember, diary, I used my time yesterday making the two-bottle sniff harness.) So today, I'm still carrying around my bottles (ugh), but be sure, I’m going to make one of those lanyard bottle holsters pronto! Actually, carrying around my bottles like a geek when everyone else has theirs hanging nicely from their neck is a little. I haven't seen this belt in forever; it's easily been atleast three moves ago, when I moved from Illinois to Texas. At that time I was newlymarried, and I put the belt away - out of sight, out of mind - theoreticallyout of respect for my new husband. The reality was that it was a physicalreminder of a part of my psyche I had barely begun to explore before it scaredme. It scared me so badly I ran to the first "safe" man I cameacross and married him. Live and learn. It's been a few years.