Despite my caution, I could hear my mother letting her new hubby enter her. "Oh Yeah" I heard her giggle. "You think I am sexy?" "Yes Veronica. Why do...you think I married you?" Bob replied panting, his breath shallow with passion. "You are so cute. Come in me honey! Tonight you are fucking your wife" mom said running her fingers though his thinning hair. That night Bob fucked my mother twice. Considering what mom had told me about his dick, that was an accomplishment. A day later mom and I. And it felt completely normal. I’m telling you this because I didn’t think about it clearly at all, then. I only came to these conclusions after I’d had time to reflect on everything. I’m talking days later.I checked lines while they talked softly. All three lines had fish on them. As I pulled them out, I remembered some “research” I had done one day when I was bored. I did a lot of fishing in Canada, so I had looked up Inuit traditions concerning fishing. It sounds silly, but I wanted to know. This way I saved a lot of energy for my actions with Carmen. As the divorce proceedings moved along I got an in depth picture of Peter and Carmen’s marriage. They had both been in their teens, when they’d wed. Neither of them had any sexual experience before the marriage, and when the c***dren had arrived they had settled into a conservative gender role emphasizing the parent role and not the passionate side of the marriage. I made sure, that this wouldn’t happen to my relationship with Carmen.. After we finished eating, and the waitress had cleared our plates, we resumed discussing her son and hockey camps. I was in no hurry, since I was now definitely enjoying the view of her cleavage. She excused herself to the ladies room, and I got a very nice view of that tight ass as she walked to the restroom. After she returned I excused myself to the men's room.As I was returning I passed by another guy who apologized for hitting on my wife while I was in the restroom. He said he didn't.