Mary and I made love several times that day, we never got dressed, and we talked about everything. We were perfect for one another. Mom was right she ...ouldn’t have picked a nicer girl for me either.We had dozed off when Mom came to get us. It was three o’clock in the morning, there was no moonlight, and the neighborhood was quiet. Mom had a long coat with a hood for Mary to put on. Mom then took Mary into the house. I got dressed and picked up Mary’s clothes and followed them. Mom took Mary. "The reason Matt transferred to this college had nothing to do with football other than he was offered a scholarship here also. He was red shirted at Penn State but the reason he transferred was he got a girl pregnant. When he told us he didn't love her but was just having sex, we intervened. We gave her fifteen thousand dollars. She aborted the baby and kept the rest of the money."Matt had to get out of the university or take a chance on possibly losing his scholarship. That's why he. The jogging section of the exercise program had been changed to alternating between running on the treadmill and riding the stationary bicycle. She was tired by the end of each evening, but awoke in the morning without the kind of stiffness that she expected. The slow and gradual increase in exercises coupled with the drop in weight seemed to be working.Having lost ten pounds, her clothes looked large and loose on her. It was time to upgrade her wardrobe and the plans for the day included a. Thinking about that gave birth to a new fantasy. In it, she imagined Paul humping on the bed while her two sons…both gigantically endowed, stood one to either side of them, jerking off on her tits…or…maybe she was jerking them off…a hand on each of their hard cocks, while her husband put the balls to her. But the fantasy wasn’t good enough…and so it changed and instead of it being Paul…it was Joel who was fucking her and perhaps her daughter was watching. Yes…skinny, prissy, little bitch.