‘It’s Tim.’ Patrice put her face in her hands and cried. I still didn’t get it. I got up and sat next to her on her bed, putting my arm around...her. ‘Yes, it’s Tim, the guy I met in Louisiana,’ I said, still clueless. Then, like a bolt of lighting, it hit me. ‘How did you know his name?’ ‘How do you think?’ Patrice asked through tears and sobs. ‘He is my boyfriend, who I gave my virginity to,’ she explained, unable to say anything more as she whimpered. No! I wanted to shout, to scream. It can’t. She really is soft. I flick her clit and her fanny moistens, with my mother moaning I move up her.“Fuck me now, it‘s been a week”I go under her legs with my arms lifting her legs high and wide in the air, her suspenders stretching to her stockings, her lips all swollen and parting I push straight in to her. I take it slow, as she feels tight on me. She gives a big gasp when I’m all the way in, her lips stretch around my cock“Go on fuck me,”I do as my mother wants and I start to thrust harder. He was looking down at her and staring at her cleavage. She looked at his cock hardening close to her and she said, "I am sorry" then she initiated by reaching out and grabbing the cock she had held before. She licked it and began to suck him. She sucked him off in the hallway. He grabbed her head and filled her mouth. She said she was so hot. She then stood and kissed him, kissing him like her husband and she knew his cum was in her mouth and on her lips. He kissed her back. He started. I did not inform Bodan in advance as he may worry about Anita and look for another accommodation. Couple of days before the journey I told Bodan about the trip, stressing it was crucial for his career. He showed some faint concern for Anita but I knew the dumb bastard did not really care much. I also told him not to tell Anita right now as she will worry unnecessarily. So sunday came and it was time for Bodan to leave. As instructed by me he told Anita he was going for just a couple of days and.