It was wrong. But she admired him.It was wrong. But she thought he was sexy.It was wrong. But his dick was hard for her.It was wrong. But his dick was...right there.She reached out and caressed it. She was lost.Fred reached out and stroked her hair. Sandy leaned forward and put her cheek to his pants. She felt him, hard against her cheek. She reached up and unzipped his pants. She could not get to him. She lifted her head and undid hid belt and the button at the waist of his Dockers. As she. His cock slid past my sphincter, causing me to gasp, a little from the pain and a little from the shock of his hard cock, as it stretched me as he entered. He paused for a moment before pushing in further, reaching my prostrate, then pulling back. Then again pushing inside slowly, reaching a deeper depth. My wife continued whispering her encouragement to relax and enjoy his cock. As his rhythm continued, the sensations on my prostrate began to feel pleasureful upon each penetration. My cock. "Kickbacks?" How did you know about that?!" I'm not stupid mother, I knew about the kickbacks before youabandoned me! Just how could I avoid not knowing? Dad stuffing moneyin his desk with me standing there? You buying stuff we couldn'tafford? How could I miss it? Just about the only time the two youthought of me was to slam me, make a snide remark or tease me. Therest of the time it was as if I wasn't there, and you got careless."Leaning forward on my elbows, I looked her right in the eye,. That is unless you were able to get some booze in her, she became easy! Interduce pot and you had a willing slut. That being said it had been years sence she had had any booze, and three decades sence she had even seen any pot. Recently she had found a wine from a local winery she enjoyed and would have a glass every now and then. Alice had been a volunteer coordinator for a local school before she retired. Once a month or so she would have lunch with a retired school administrator, and her.