“You see why this is so hard? How do you weigh anything against the life of someone you love? All this bullshit? Years of guilt and anger and pain, ...t could all be gone now. It could all have been gone years ago, but the price would be sacrificing someone I love. I’ve already done that twice. I don’t want to do it again.”“Twice?” Will asked. “You weren’t the only one I lost, Will,” Jack snapped. “Bella’s alive, but she hates me for what I did.”“No she doesn’t,” Will replied quietly. “She does!”. Now there were additions to the main house, including his mother's outrageously decorated bedroom suite, and there were several other buildings on the property, including the cabins some of the guests stayed in. There was also a swimming pool of Olympic proportions! What he wouldn't have given to have that there as a boy! He'd been surprised how glad he was to see his mother. He couldn't get over it. Each time he saw her she seemed to have gotten younger! She was something of a bother sometimes. You do know their married don't you?You're the one that said “ask first if you can eat her out. If their serious about being fucked hard they'll make their move.”Anyway, they mentioned it. I wasn't going to fuck them he said but they told me their husbands rarely if ever fuck them anymore. That's why they turned lesbian and fuck each other. That's their husbands fault. If their not going to fuck them it's not really cheating. They don't want to fuck them and don't care about their pussy. Why. “As long as you’re happy with me ogling you,” I giggled.“I like a bit of ogling now and then, even a bit of leering heh heh,” she chuckled., picking up a bucket and placed it next to the stud. She was cerainly a woman of the world in her repartee. She grabbed a wet, soapy towel from the bucket and proceeded to wash the quivering horse cock, hanging before her. Pulling it out as it had receded halfway back into it’s sheath. She looked over towards me, judging me, appraising me and my reactions..