Thank the blind gods this is the last one to be hung up," she snaps.Monica starts to laugh uncontrollably. "There, is it in the slot, Sasha?" she asks...her friend with hope in her voice."Thank god that nightmare is over. Who the hell would think hanging blinds would be this damn difficult? That sucked." Sasha, girl, just got to love your colorful language. You can breathe now, it's all over." Good, now I'm starving." I already ordered us some Chinese. Don't worry, I ordered a ton of their sweet. She directly went inside the bathroom and started to dry her clothes and asked for a towel. Since I was with bare body and trousers something pricked my mind. Also our bathroom door cannot be closed properly.Since I stay alone I used to manage. But when I gave the towel just was returning I could see her with blouse and petticoat. The moment aroused me. She tried removing her blouse and saw me and asked me what I am doing.My heart started beating fast and hit my brain. I left and she removed. She must have been on autopilot or something, 'cause without the slightest hesitation, she positioned my cockhead between the lips of her pussy and pushed it in. She was still half asleep as my cock entered her cunt. She moaned a bit, more in pleasure than anything, then began moving her hips. "Fuck me!" she muttered. "Mmmmm, fuck me, please. I need your big cock." I looked down at Mom's face, watching her dreamy expression as I fucked her. I was sure she knew who. Was it Sean or Peter Harris? or even perhaps Helen Coombe, for after recent events, the very thought of her seemed to set Catherine’s pussy throbbing like crazy. Especially when recalling how terrified she had been that Caroline may have discovered her naked mother in the arms and caresses of another woman, even if after she had first recoiled from the intrusion into her own bedroom by Helen, Helen’s skilful hands and dominant personality had once again aroused Catherine into a state of mind.