Toby stood there looking very uncomfortable.“Would you like to come in?” I asked. He nodded.If I thought that I was about to get a freebie, I was ...adly mistaken. After he asked about the next hundred bucks, I retrieved the cash from my drawer. In an instant, he stripped and presented his arse to me as he had done the previous day. This time, I did not use lube and upped the ante by slapping his arse hard before I fucked him. The whore loved it and begged me to hit him harder before fucking him.. Being it was Kentucky during the depression a woman with children had to have a husband to survive. Grandma remarried so my mother was raised by step fathers. Grandma was 78 by the time I was born and I have no idea what number that husband was. He died when I was four-ish. I was scared of him. He was so old he looked like a skeleton with skin and he moved.So my mom’s early childhood was a Kentucky farm during the Great Depression. She told us one year for Christmas she got a single orange and. He said How on earth could I possibly help? Ive never played football in my life. He smiled impishly and said Just bring the beer out during the game and while they stare at you mouths open we run them down. And you friends? I said with a smirk. Ah, right. Bad Idea. he replied smiling. Peter gave me a kiss and left for his game. When he closed the door I stood looking around. This was so weird, he wasnt there. It was warming be here in his home, but was at a total loss as to what to do. I. I got turned on by the way he talked about hot fantasies he has with me as the sexual center of attention. I liked what I was hearing. Antonio knew how to talk to me and get me warm and moist between my legs.Since the sex was always so good during the role play I kept telling him that yes, all this seemed like a good idea and that maybe, some day, I could be ready for it. The things I said were the truth when I said it. I am, after all, a horny soccer mom wife who loves the feel of a long fat.