Don's friend Stix was telling stories about life on the road. Kasey and Jenny were watching him intently. She watched as Stix's wife, Robin, tried to ...eep control of her three boys. It was just what she needed. She felt comfortable now. Kasey had a place to live, a place filled with love and affection. Her pain would be bearable knowing this.Leslie was watching her intently from across the table. Jessie smiled. "I'm okay, Les," she said. "Everything will be okay."Suddenly Don banged his fork on. Like any relationship it was non-stop sex at the beginning. On our first holiday 3 months later we broke a bed and a sofa-bed in the apartment such was the passion of our love-making. Alas, as the years went by the sex decreased from several times a day, every day to once or twice a month. I tried everything I could think of to spice things up but to no avail. Jen was just too reserved and unwilling to try new things. I had the choice to say nothing and just get used to this way of life, or I. She had a little awkward smile on her face after seeing my boner. She used to wash clothes on the terrace every day. But as I was going to college I couldn’t see her every day. But on Sundays, I would never miss the opportunity.She was a milf. She had 2 kids but her boobs were still firm. Every Sunday I would tell my parents that I will study on the terrace as the TV will disturb me. And before aunty comes I would be there trying to study. She used to come by 11 and wash clothes, put them for. ”“Please daddy, I just can’t suck you,” she cried with now tears flowing.“You will if you want to live here and that is final,” I said and looked at her.“I guess I have not choice but I don’t know if I can do it,” she said sounding almost like my little girl when she had done something very wrong and had gotten caught.“Let’s see. We can begin by you taking off your clothes.”“What, you mean right now?”“Yes, strip for me. I have not seen you naked in a long time,” I said.“Daddy, this is so.