She swam and sunbathed naked now and then. She also slept in the nude. But she usually put on an oversized T-shirt for lounging around the house.She l...oved my nudity and said it made for easy access to my charms. She was right. So often when she came into the room to say hi or watch some TV with me, my penis would end up in her hands or in her mouth. Sometimes she would tease me for hours, working her fingers around it and making it thicken and grow rock hard, then letting it come down and grow. Her legs wrapped around me.“Now fuck me hard until you cum!”I did. Her growl became deeper and guttural, her lower legs pushing down to make my thrusts harder, slamming into her. I could feel her body going rigid, her fingers digging into my back, her neck arched until her body convulsed. I carried on, slamming into her until the shuddering of her cunt made me pump my load into her.When I recovered, I sat at the end of the sofa, watching her still shudder intermittently, even though I was no. " Gary taunted.I rolled my eyes at Moira, but she just smiled. "He will, too," she confirmed."I'm not eating eel," I avowed."Wait until it gets here. You'll see it's okay," he said in his most comforting voice. I wasn't convinced.The Pina Coladas, on the other hand, were great. "We use only fresh pineapple and coconut," the waiter said proudly. I promptly drained half of mine, before Moira reminded me that it was about a quarter rum. "Hey – slow down, Honey. You're supposed to go easy on the. If there was a super hero for the mean and nasty, her mother would qualify as the model for 'Super-Bitch!'Mandy didn't want her mother hurt to devastation ... Just a little. Getting even in her mind, after lie after lie, and the deprivation she'd forced onto Mandy would never make up for it. Revenge wasn't part of her vocabulary. Getting her out of town was.Stan Wilson was Mandy's 'Marshal Dillon'. It was as if he'd put her mother on the last stage coach right out of town. Mandy wasn't there,.