The lights were low and it was only natural to keep one’s voice low as well. Keith looked across at Karen, the shadows cast by the dining table cand...e dancing around on her chin and cheeks. “You’re still seeing her? After all you said!” he said aggressively but softly. Karen lowered her head. The shadow of her face hid her eyes. She raised her head again, looked Keith directly in the face, her eyes carrying a kind of assertive defiance. She lifted a glass of red wine to her lips, sipped on it. We did not receive a call from Richard that weekend, nor the next. We discussed what this might portend. On Tuesday before he was due home on Saturday Richard called. He spoke with Patricia only and explained he had a subject to discuss with her. She was distraught the rest of the week. Saturday he arrived about noon, and Patricia ran to greet him. She kissed him but he seemed distant. He turned and shook my hand, asked how I was. Not well, I thought, you're taking my 'wife' from me. He had a. Now she was moving up and down, tight but easy as I even helped her by thrusting up as she came down. I had been about to shoot my load in her mother when we came to a sudden stop and with this tight warm encasement I could not help myself as I shot my load within her small body. Her eyes popped as she felt the load hit her inside."You have to do this again with me or I will go to the Police." You little bitch, you planned this didn't you." Yes I knew mum would bring a man home one day so I. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I"m sorry," I whispered even before my orgasm fully passed. I was trying to tear his face away by his hair. I kept lifting, he followed and began to crawl up over me. He stopped to take a nipple into his mouth.I opened my eyes when his face was over me, shining with my juices. "Sorry? That was amazing Deb."I kissed him, giggling inside, and pushed my lips hard against his. He pressed too, opening his mouth, dancing his tongue against mine. His hand miraculously at my.