He had been unabashedly aggressive with her that day. But since then, all he seemed to do was look at her. She wondered if perhaps he was feeling guil...y about fucking her. That wouldn’t do, she felt, her son should not feel ashamed of fucking, even if it had been his mother he fucked. Peggy did not want her son to experience any feelings of shame when it came to sex.Standing up, she pulled her negligee about her body, her decision firm in her mind. She opened the door and stepped into the hall,. Perhaps it was just the simple desire not to back down and somehow disappoint her. Whatever it was that had caused me to say yes, we now found ourselves here. With a slight note of resignation, I sighed as the Patriots went 7-0 up. ******* Rachel cheered on with the rest of the crowd as the teams disappeared from the field for the half-time break. There was a good reason for the crowd's high spirits. Despite a closer than expected tussle, the Patriots had gone into the half time break with a. Happily, insomnia was not a problem with anybody tonight.But, sadly for our by now exhausted heroine, a group of returning revellers did happen to pass by at this time. The sound of their maudlin delight rent the air."Nice one darling! Lovely f*cking arsehole! Now turn round and let's have a look at the front. Come on sweetheart".She ignored this cacophonous and very unwelcome compliment and hurried towards the door. It seemed that the young men were debating among themselves whether to come. The guy appeared to be a young man in his thirties, fairly tall and thin; he was dressed in dark clothes and had an unusual pocketbook slung over his shoulder. He stood there for at least a couple of minutes. This brief period seemed like an eternity for us. It was evident that it was just an excuse to check our reaction; occasionally he turned his head in our direction, perhaps waiting for an invitation to play. Which we did not give.Surprisingly, after he got back his original position,.