It was so quiet, adding to the ambiance, the room spartan and bare except for clunky box like machines, dampish with mops and buckets, being ****d in ...ere, would probably be across one of the machines, they were at the right height, he could get his cock up me without much problem, the machine might be in its final spin session, so the vibrations would get me off, my thoughts tailed off, as my cigarette burned down.I got up and disposed of it, stopping at the door to the room, and peering out,. Though it wasn't the sex that bothered her as it was the love. A woman needed love, craved it. And here she was with none to speak of. Her husband, coach of coxville high, may as well have been a statue in terms of love.She was a knockout in school, the wet dream fantasy of many of the jocks in Coxville high. Many of the school's male population had bragged about fucking her on the side and her being their lover though the most they had come to fucking her was masturbating to her pictures.Her. “Come in” I said, figuring it was my grandma checking in me. I was surprised when the door opened to reveal Swati. She was in a white cami that was too small, and green fake silk pajama bottoms with frogs on them. Her strawberry blonde hair was disheveled, and her striking green eyes were sleepy. “I can’t sleep” she said. I asked her why. “Rahul snores and he was kicking me.” She answered, walking farther into the room. “I guess you can sleep in here.” I said, scooting over to make room. She. There was no question she had done that and I was utterly gobsmacked that she had.I was also completely stunned that I had loved every second of what we had done and wanted to do it again as soon as possible. And more if I got lucky. Real lucky.My own mother had suddenly become much more to me in every way.*Mom was sat at the kitchen table when I finally came downstairs.In front of her was the now empty measuring beaker and the result sheet Doctor Meadows had given us to fill in. She didn't say.