She constantly has to traipse back and forth between her mom’s and our house to check on her. She probably visits the supermarket four or five times...a week to pick up things for her mom or she’s constantly at the library taking out books for her. It’s like she’s gone all the time.How Serena and I met and our interesting sex lives are matters I’ll bring up later. This is a scary story; it involves some unbelievable events and infidelity is only a part, arguably an unusual part, of the whole. I’m going to be here for a while to welcome the guests.”I nodded and walked to the garden. The mansion was surrounded by a large garden that, apart from a small terrazzo section directly adjacent to the house, where some garden chairs and a table were situated, was really nothing but an enormous lawn. The garden was surrounded by a thick hedge of foliage about three metres in height. When, as a small child, I had asked my mother why the hedge was so high, she’d said that she didn’t want. Her feet were once again on my shoulders, as I rocked between her wide spread legs. We humped and ground against each other in that most special way. This time it was about fucking. Just plain fucking. Hard and fast, then slow and gentle, but all the time fucking. Where before, when it was just my finger and her cunt muscles had gripped me tightly, she now opened up more completely. Only her vaginal sphincter gripped my rigid penis as I sluiced in and out. We were joined in the most intimate. I’m slim with small(ish), pert breasts that have small aureoles and giant nipples. When they’re hard Jon says they’re like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It’s about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don’t own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or.