He didn't break it much."Come on." I remained frozen in the car."I said, COME ON! Get in the damn house."I fought back my tears. Ivan had never spoken...to me like that, but I had never given him cause before. I followed him into the house and to the den. The den that in a happier time we had talked about renaming the "Family Room". Now I wondered if that would ever happen.He pointed at the couch. "Sit."I sat, with my knees drawn up under my chin and my arms wrapped around them. I couldn't take. Shave, shower, wash my hair, dry it, makeup, getting dressed, doing my hair . . . all so you'd want to take me home and fuck me.”Your pants get tight at the admission that she's interested in you that way, and your face is getting hotter by the second.“Now,” she says pointedly, “if women are willing to do all that to please a man, why shouldn't men have to do the same?”“No reason,” you admit. “At least, nothing I can think of.”“Exactly!”She grabs you around the waist and pulls you close to her,. I was loving fucking this hot Milf, and keen to see the whole of her began undoing her light green blouse as we continued to fuck.Undoing all her buttons, I pulled her blouse open and found a small pair of round boobs under a lacy white bra that matched her knickers.Then I pulled down one of her cups, and a little round brown nipple popped out, I instantly clamped my lips around it and began sucking on it, and Lucy groaned excitedly.Then as I sucked on one of her little boobs, she pulled her. “Yeah.” he sighed. “No. Maybe. Just… things are rough and it sucks watching a friendship disappear in front of your eyes on top of that. And Molly’s such a special girl.”“Yeah.” I mumbled. “Can I ask a blunt question?”“Yeah, go ahead, sweetie.” Chris replied, sitting down at the kitchen table.“Do you blame me for her attitude shift?”I expected Chris to be taken aback by the question, but he wasn’t. He just shrugged. “Not you. Your past actions, maybe. I hope you’ve changed.”“I hope so too.”“By.