. I’ve got to admit, it was sort of interesting watching Mom get used like a slut.Not just like a slut, I realized. My Mom was a slut - she’d kno...n this guy for what, 40 minutes before bringing him home and letting him fuck her in like ninety different positions.I even rubbed a few out myself, just watching them. I know, I know - it’s not like I was into what I was watching, but I’d been so worked up when I was interrupted ... and people fucking are people fucking, even if it is your tramp of. " What is it, Slug?" Did I wake you?" What is it, Slug?" I took another collar tonight. Against Cardenez!" So? Cardenez is pretty good." Not against me. He's my cousin, Sandy! I've always beat him like a drum!" Hey, c'mon! It's a complicated game. You win some, you lose some, and once in awhile, you get rained out." Sandy, something is still wrong! I'm not flinching. Hell, I didn't even think about getting hit by a pitch. I was wide-awake up there and all set to feast on this guy. I always. I saw his flabby buttocks flex, pressing his hips forward. Mandy’s body tensed, her head raised, her mouth opened as if in pleasurable surprise.Then almost in slow motion, I watched Pamuk release my wife’s neck, grab her by her hips with both hands and with a single powerful thrust, drive his long, thick, misshapen cock deep into her vagina.Mandy’s body arched as he penetrated her, her belly pressed into the desk’s leather top, her hips thrust high as if she was trying to raise them even higher. How she had then been understandably reticent for the next day or so, and how the events of yesterday had driven them together.Last night had been her idea. Whether she now liked him, or saw him as her protector, Jake didn't know. But as she had actually saved his life yesterday, he didn't think it was the latter. It was almost as though they were becoming a team, despite their very different backgrounds.As it got lighter, Sue stirred. She too seemed to have to collect her thoughts for a while.