Now she was completely naked and spread her legs as best she could. I saw her asshole too and wondered if Daddy fucked her there too. He touched her e...erywhere down there. Then he took off his panties and was naked too. I got strangely horny watching them. He was not so hairy, but had a good bush over the dick. Mom touched her clit with one finger."Do you like it?" she asked me.I nodded. I pulled up my sweater to get to my tits. I had to touch a little on myself."It's okay," said mother."Just. I've been so horny, lately. The poor carrots in my house just don't do the trick any more. Dammit!"I was stunned by her words. Apparently, she'd been watching me having sex with my girlfriends, from her window, all these years. And it had turned her on, so much so, that she'd have to frig herself to sleep, on those nights."Listen, I get off work at 5:00am today. Are you still gonna be up?" she asked, fully knowing of my nocturnal habits. I hadn't slept at night for 15 years."Probably," I said.. At the end of my 8 hour shift I got on the bus for the long ride home.A man whom I had seen before got on the bus and asked if he could sit next to me. Riding the bus everyday He often would sit close to me watching me when he didn’t think I noticed. He was a big black man. Virile and tall.Every time the bus doors would open I would catch a whiff of his cologne, damn he smelt good. He was dark with darting black eyes, long eye lashes, a shaved head and a nicely trimmed goatee. We talked,. For the first three years sex wasn’t just sex, I used to call in sick to work just to stay home and in bed, or the kitchen, bathroom and ect… Then my wife miscarried and we were past devastated. Of course I threw myself into work. Staying late and stressing over new accounts seemed to be the only thing that would calm my aches. My wife didn’t work, I provided enough to live very well so she wouldn’t have to, and think that’s what hurt her the most. She had all the day to think about it and.