He went to the hospice at five o'clock. On his way he was full of hatred against Martha, but he got into a patient mood in the hospice. He conditioned...himself to a polite conversation. He was lucky everybody had gone home, so they were alone when he entered the ward of his wife.Martha was in her bed and her pain was attenuated by medication. She looked at Max with pleasure. Max wanted to spit right into her face, but he was determined to remain in a polite mood."Hi Martha," he greeted her."I'm. "You are just wanking along, I saw it when I went to the supermarket en here, just 30 minutes later, you still are wanking yourself! Why don't you just finish it and get over it and get back to work! People will notice this, your boss as you are not productive, your street as everybody can see inside your house! You make yourself look like an old horny dirty guy, would you really want that to happen?" She says as she is moving a chair from the table and sits opposites me. She looks a bit older. I bet she’ll choose me… and you." — Oh why? — You, because you are new and me because the others don’t want to do it. — It's not fair. — No doubt, but hey... She sighs and adds: what can you do?... Chapter 3 - Chores We fill buckets with soapy water and others with clear water. We also have brushes and tea towels. We cross the restaurant towards the toilet. Did I say that my mother was a maid and that I had sworn never to do that? Well, that's it, no it's worse,. It was warm and her anus squeezed his pinky. He asked her if she would like to try some anal. "Ah! Yes! She said as the finger slid into her ass along with his dick. She was now moving her hips to and fro rubbing her ass back and forth his lap making his cock push in and pull out a little as she moved. The feeling sent the boy nearly over the edge. Her anus was warm as freshly baked pie and tight as a virgin. Her hip gyrations were perfectly timed with.