Brian was desperate to fuck Tracey and would suggest places they could meet up but Tracey always dismissed the idea Tracey and Brian spent the Friday ...ight texting each other telling each other what they would do to each other on Saturday night Tracey was at home watching TV when there was a knock on the door Tracey answered the door it was Brian and his brother Ian they said that they were in the area and thought they would call for a coffee Tracey let them in and made them a coffee Brian. Suddenly she lay quiet as if she had passed out. Icontinued to gently lick about her pussy and into the valley between herbuns where her rose bud resided. Then each thigh was carefully cleaned andthen I sat back. This lovely little girl just laid there, a big smile onher face and eyes closed. Then she opened them and looked at me."My you don't waste any time getting what you want, do you?" I learned long ago that time wasted is never recovered. Now we canproceed with that shower knowing. "Get in the right lane, pea brain," Annie screamed excitedly, squirming and evoking a goodly number of deities. Her eyes were bulging as if she had just seen a gh...gh... gh... ghost. Pea brain?"I am in the right lane," I explained, holding my hands high in the air to teach my lover the difference between right and left. But she was too busy grabbing the unattended steering wheel to comprehend, steering us into the wrong or left lane. Even the other drivers seemed annoyed. Screaming at us. ”The words wouldn’t process. I knew they fought all the time, but Dad would never divorce Mama. It just wouldn’t do, not in our town, not with our last name.“No,” was all I could manage to say.My mother finished her glass before responding. “Indeed, he is. Moved out this morning.” She poured more and a brittle laugh escaped her perfectly painted lips. She was still so put together, in spite of everything. Still the beauty queen she’d once been. A part of me hated her for it. “He was fucking.