Emily shot him a dirty look.“Well, you’re very exotic to me,” said Anne. “I love your accent.”“Thank you,” said Emily. “I like yours. ...’ve never been to the American South.”“Do I have an accent?” Anne drawled. “I don’t hear it.”They talked for a while about trivial things while Anne cooked. Eventually, she called upstairs, “What’s taking so long?”“Becky has to pee and she’s taking forever!” called back Tucker.Anne looked down at the pasta boiling on the sink, then at Max and Emily. “Shoot. I. ........................................It was almost a year before she got the itch again. We were talking sex I mentioned Chen’s cock, she was on top grinding into me. I asked her if she wanted his cock. She came off. I knew we would be seeing Chen’s little penis shortly. Chen had added ten pounds of muscle. He rippled beneath his athletic shirt. We went out to the club we had first met at and I watched as Chen danced the night away with my wife. By the time we got back to the motel, I. Without a word as she finished plating her breakfast and putting it on the table, she suddenly turned on him and spat. "Do you think I am stupid David, didn't you think I would be able to see what you have been looking at on the internet while my back was turned". "Bu... but..", he started to stammer, but she cut him off sharply. "Sites of big fat women squashing men, trampling on them, sitting on them and smothering them, is that what you want from me" ? Before he could even think of an answer. "And I'm going to enjoy it."We both enjoyed it even though we talked about her recent nightmare."What about the house mum?" I asked, and she grabbed my hand. "Oh my God, I never gave it a thought." Gave what a thought?" Well I'll need to check but," she hesitated. "But, well I think it's mine, all bought and paid for."She went on to explain that her father, my grandfather who had died when I was a toddler had given them the house as a wedding present but had insisted that mum put the deeds into.