When she moved in, she’d had no furniture of her own, so everything inside her house and the church was from the local thrift shop. There's just the...one in town, but it was usually well stocked. Mary Higgens ran it and would even call Angelica if something came in she knew Angelica had been in search of. No one used Craigslist or the internet in general for selling things around here. Mary priced items cheaply enough so that she could still keep the shop open, but offered great deals to her. ”“That’s great.” It’s déjà vu again only not quite. I had the same conversation thirty-one years ago, but from the pub, not here. Jez hands me a glass, ice clinking. “Got to go, Mum. Bye.”“All good?”I give him a thumbs-up. “You going to phone your mum?”He shakes his head. “I’ll tell her in person.” Jez removes his T-shirt. “I’m sweaty, sorry. I’ll find a new shirt in a minute.”“No rush,” I say, grinning.“Oh yeah? You want me topless?”I arch an eyebrow. Of course, I want him topless. Those. He poured some oil on my ass and started massaging. He then spread my cheeks. I was surprised a little. His thumb was rubbing against my ass hole. It felt good and arousing. My ass hole was rubbed only by my parents and my ex (next chapter) (till then) but he was a professional and knew what he was doing. I was about to cum from his thumb on my asshole but he stopped and said "Turn around". I got up and my bra slid down my arms. I removed it and my tits were out. I turned over and laid again.. He wondered how many times they both came. He was consumed with Ashley’s mother.He continued to drill into his girlfriend’s pussy. She had her legs wrapped around his hips while he continued to fuck her.“Why don’t you ride me! I want to play with your tits.”“Okay.”Ashley switched places and pushed his cock into her wet pussy. She bounced up and down on his thick cock. Ashley’s breasts were a c-cup where her mother was more of a g-cup. Her tits were nice, but her mothers were amazing.He.