She was a much better fuck than my wife had been. I had my hands on her hips and was pounding hard into my wife's mother. I thought what it would be...like if she knew this..if she saw this. I fucked her mother almost as a punishment to my wife. It was hard and brutal. Darlene loved it. She was screaming, laughing and crying.When we were done,we just melted forward onto the bed, my cock still in her cunt at first. Soon we were asleep.Later I heard car tires on the gravel driveway. I woke. And it was nine year-old Rebecca who informed me that my room would be a little while in being made ready for me. It seemed the part time maid that the Pollards employed was making the final arrangements. Oh, and she informed me that my things were already inside it.I thanked her, and I got a hug from her in my new and shiny and electrically mobile wheelchair. I would find out later that it was custom made to order for me by my ex-best friend.I was glad my stuff was in my room. There was an. He’d never heard of them but they existed. The small blobs were composed of puddles of green goo, twigs, and moss.He’d battled them throughout the swamp, his hammer having little effect. Brute force failed to defeat them. Instead, he looked for other monsters and the dumb swamp slimes would get distracted and engage them instead. Using this method, he made his way through the forest with swamp slimes acting as his unknowing allies.He needed more varied skills. For one, when force failed him, he. I had four eighteen year olds, three seventeen year olds, six sixteen year olds, and thirteen younger girls all raving about my performance by the end of the third week. By the end of the second month, with fully half of the semester still to go, I was starting to have repeats. I shouldn't have been surprised, in a school that numbered less than two hundred girls, and fully half of the older girls were already experienced, and half of the younger girls were still not ready (one of those.