I got stiff from sitting too long in one position that when I moved a certain way and you could hear my back "creak" from across the room. I laughed a...d stretched out my arms and arched my back. I kinda snickered after hearing multiple "popping" sounds come from my back. Hearing the sounds, Nelson asked, “Would you like a back rub?” "Sure,” I said. Nelson downed that last of his beer, got up and then helped me to my feet. Then he led me up the hall to his bed room and told me, “Stretch out my. "If that's what you want," he said. "No," she said, crawling up to his face, "I want you to want to fuck my ass." "Okay, I want to fuck your ass, baby," he said. Jane smiled and quickly got up on her hands and knees, thighs spread wide and ass in the air, and he moved into position to mount her. He stuck his cock in her cunt and it felt so good he was reluctant to pull it out, wanted to keep it in her, but he only did it to get it wet enough to penetrate her ass, and he pulled out after two. There was something else I was going to ask you today, but I think you've already answered it for me. I do need to tell you that, since my wife's visit, things are changing for me. Susan found the bottle of lube that we used Thursday night. My marriage is in serious trouble." "Frank, does this have to do with what we've been doing? I started up with you because I was looking for a good time, not to be a home wrecker." Her eyes were welling up with tears now, and it looked as if she was. This series is about the rest of the family, told by each of us in turn.The fact that they call me Moaning Lisa has nothing to do with the famous painting of the Mona Lisa in the Louvre; that's in Paris. When I say Paris, of course, I mean the city in France, not the vapid slut who lives here in the States. No, I don't have that painting's sad smile. In reality, I'm a much more perky type, upbeat and always with a happy smile. I'm also much prettier than the woman in that painting, and trust.