"For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five time... a week." I heard the car horn.I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed for the car. My son was already in the seat. I sat down on his lap and swung my legs into the car. I looked down and notice my dress barely covered my thighs. It rode up pretty high. My son was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. I closed the car door. I. I’m sure you will get some hot action soon.” Then, as if on cue, Gibson strolled into the bathroom. We both looked at him and laughed… but the laughter was just to hide the sexual tension for Jessica. She was still flush from our conversation, and her nipples were visibly erect poking against the fabric of her blouse. I don’t think Gibson noticed, and it really didn’t change what happened next. As Gibby bent over the tub so I could give him a welcome home kiss, he gave Jessica a casual hello. ‘My niece’s birthday party should end around 4PM, so I’ll be there afterward.’ ‘Sounds good.’ I smiled, trying to reassure her, but I do not believe that it worked. ***** Crystal wasted no time when she arrived. ‘Okay, I’m here. Show me.’ Her straightforwardness was not entirely surprising, but I was still taken aback somewhat. Nonetheless, I had her sit at the dining room table, and I stood beside her, purposely taking off the gloves. I knew that Crystal was deathly afraid of tornadoes.. “Shit, here it comes!”No use. No use. Resistance failed for the second time that afternoon. Her hands sprang to life, one jiggering the swollen bump in her pussy, one clutching her breast. A sound like a salivating animal rose from her crotch, and that delicious tightness crushed her in its fist. Sister Kristen watched herself come in the mirror.“My God!” she murmured. “My God!”Why have you forsaken me? But there was no earthly way to stop. The wicked thing had to run its course, which it.