“Thank you for letting me suck your cock.”“That's better. Now get in the middle of the bed. On your elbows and knees, ass up, legs apart.”As s...emed to be the way tonight, Marguerite complied.She felt fingers part her slick pussy lips. She pushed back, whimpering. That earned her a hard slap on her ass.“You love being used like the horny slut you are, don't you, Marguerite? All the time you wasted on rich pussies who gave you a quick, polite missionary fuck, when what you really wanted was to be. Becoming even more turned on from her demands, I slip my hand cautiously inside her knickers and lunge two fingers inside her pool of wetness. Fucking her pussy with every bit of energy inside me, she wraps her arms around my neck, digs her nails in and spreads her legs even more. "Fuck me, Rachel!" she moans between her breathing. "Keep it down, Penelope; Laura or my sister will hear," I laugh. Pushing another finger inside her, I quickly remove them, come away from the table and gently bend. My father, Albert, was an only child. HIS father, Jessies husband had died when I was only 3 years old, I can still remember HIM vaguely, like a shadow figure in my mind. Father had promised HIS father to always keep a place for Grandmother, WHERE EVER he lived. Even though my father and mother, loved each other intensely and completely, and got along without arguments or anger this was the ONE thing my father would not do for HIS wife. He would not abandon HIS mother. I was a brat of nine. I. .. I couldn't ... I can't blame him for that. I hope to God they're together somewhere, dancing the way they used to in the living room."And then Carol came along, and I could understand how he felt ... understand it completely. Granted, the dynamics are a little different, but if only one of those wonderful women was left, and if she was in as much pain as Mama had been ... well, we'd start taking drives together ... so long as any kids the family might have were grown, or near grown." I can.