He leaned with his elbow on the counter and rested his chin against his hand. He watched her sluggishly stroll away with the load of books. He huffed,...knew immediately that his friend likely had fallen for the author in those short few days. Stew’s observation, Rosangela was desperate to deny to herself. She wanted to believe it was impossible to want more from something that wasn’t meant to be more than just fucking. And that’s how she tried to keep it. Rosangela continued with her daily life. Mom was fixing dinner when I entered the kitchen. I looked at the clock and knew that dad wouldn’t be home for another hour. As mom stood at the sink peeling potatoes I walked up behind her, reached around her body, and slipped my hand between her legs and cupped her bare wet pussy. I reached around her with my other hand and cupped a breast just like dad does and then I pressed my cock into her ass. I hadn’t bothered to put my clothes back on.Mom pressed back at me and started to purr. I liked. Being taken by my husband and our mutual friend had been much more satisfying than I could’ve ever imagined, and I wondered if the three of us would repeat our taboo act once we were at the hotel. My mind was racing with things that I had done and things that I wanted to do. Goosebumps covered every inch of my exposed skin and I slipped into the sundress out of necessity. I didn’t notice the boat engines come to life. I didn't know the water was so close. The boat lurched forward, the powerful. Do you recognize any of the others?"As I studied the pictures I started to say that I had never seen any of the others before but stopped when something caught my eye. I stared at one of the pictures for a minute. It was a fat bald guy. I couldn't think of how I might have known him but there was something familiar about him."This guy," I said pointing to his picture. "I can't remember why I know him but I know him," I said. Looking at the picture I got the impression that the guy was a bit of.