She slept well enough after they fucked her. Zeke was a different story. He was a rascal.Being about her age, he was the veteran of three marriages an... innumerable liaisons. With his experience and imagination he was definitely the most fun in bed. But that’s not the only place, not counting the kitchen welcome-homes, that he would put his hand under her skirt or squeeze a tit and try to initiate some body fun, even if it wasn’t his helper day. The weekends were the easiest of course but he. She used one hand to pull him up and held his neck as she licked at his ear, whispering to him, "Oh Jason, Your ass is so sweet. I'll make you feel good all the time." she began hitting a spot that made him moan uncontrollably as his dick leaked pre cum. Her sweet and loving manner made him feel safe, even as she was penetrating him. "Oh god yes, Ashley don't stop! you're making me feel so good. Ohhh...fuck me, fuck me harder Ashley!" Jason moaned uncontrollably. His submission to her spurred. My hand travelled up to the top, and under the leg of her bloomers. I felt the softness of her bare skin under the material. We were in no hurry, we just exchanged kisses in between sips of wine. Just the closeness in itself was erotic. I smelled her perfume, the wine on her breath. She nibbled on an ear then kissed my neck, her tongue traced its way back up to me ear. It tickled making me raise my shoulder, she took a moment to place her glass on the table, then took mine from me and did the. Then we would all be together again, just like I remember from before. I did remember: I remembered dad coming home all smelling like chemicals, his face all gray and tired and then, once he had changed and had a shower, he was my dad again. I remembered we all laughed a lot, and mom hardly ever got angry or cried like she does now a lot. And then it all changed. Dad went away, mom cried all the time and things were not so good anymore. Oh yes, I remembered.But finally it was three thirty and.