”Marisa looked down at her son, hungrily slurping and ashe so often did while breast feeding, Jack’s eyes weregrowing lidded, closing, and...then her nipple sprang freeas he fell asleep. “Stop staring,” she scolded herhusband, feeling his eyes on her breasts. Marisabuttoned her blouse to hide her breasts from passingtraffic. She gently placed Jack back in the back seatcarrier and buckled him in. She retrieved her bra from her bag and returned to thefront seat, struggling. When she did come back, she wore a radiant smile. “I think I’ve worked something out with Cat,” she announced, “let’s see if you find it agreeable. I’ll be right back.” She turned to the left and went into the kitchen, only to emerge a few seconds later carrying one of the wooden chair. I was too taken up in my hopeful feelings to question her actions immediately, but once she sat the chair down two feet in front of the couch, I was a bit bewildered. “Sit on the chair, Bre,” she almost ordered,. . but he was. He just didn't exist unless she wanted him too. Unable to think straight, she left her books sprawled out across the table and went to the bathroom. After she stared at herself hard in the mirror, she looked down to splash water over her face. When she looked up, she choked on her own breath. He was there, standing behind her, staring at her in the reflection of the mirror. She spun on her feet. 'What are you doing here?!' she exclaimed, attempting to keep her voice hushed. 'I. I think he couldn’t tolerate and he took it out from her mouth. He made her lie down and pushed up the petticoat (pavada) still covering her and removed her undies. Then touched her moist pussy n fingered her 4 a while. She went ballistic and was moaning n wriggling. He then lay on her n got between the legs pushing the cock deep inside in one single thrust which made moan more loudly n lift her legs upwards pointing to the sky. He started banging her and was slowly quickening his pace and she.