Vicky Ames was twice my age and had three kids. She had been widowed for three years. There were rumors that she had killed her husband for his money,...but no proof had ever been found and she lived happily bouncing from one man to another.With wet dreams plaguing me the whole night before, I had not gotten much sleep and seeing her D cup-sized bosom plastered against the man I loved totally pissed me off. Pushing back the oak door hard enough to make it bang against the wall, I said, "I see I'm. Something inside her clicked, and a thought hit her like a ton of…pomegranates. He was in love with her. It was as simple as that. She felt like the world’s biggest moron for not managing to see it before this moment. She knew, deep down, and had for some time now, that her feelings for him went beyond a crush or a halting high school relationship. She loved him with a passion that was beyond physical attraction, that was beyond fleeting friendly connection. But living in the somber shadow of. She was very protective of her younger sister Chrissy. Chrissy was very tomboyish, curious and brash. She had short red hair, mostly because of her mother’s choice, as she could always find her youngest in the trees or mud, her clothes and hair a total mess. Blanche, Megan and Chrissy almost always wore denim dungarees, a blouse, leather boots and cowboy hats. Clair most of the time would be wearing skirts or hot pants with t-shirts, still with leather boots and cowboy hats like her family.Now,. Karen, as lust crazed as I was at this point, looked back over her shoulder and asked” Dave….are you going to fuck my ass too……you can if you want it…..I’ve never had it back there….but your finger feels so good!” “Cum in my ass Dave…I want it in all my holes…pleasepleaseplease!” she shrieked.Her pleas drove me over the top and digging my fingers into the flesh of her hips a sunk my throbbing swollen member to the hilt as shuddered violently as I shot two or three small globs of cum into.