She did it was such ease, like we were long time lovers or husband and wife. It told me that Sandy was a free spirit, a woman that felt comfortable wi...th herself, a woman ahead of her time. As strange as it seems, this was a moment that told me that she was a very special person; that something special was developing between us.Sandy stood up, stepped out of her panties, and walked over to me. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my lips slowly, rubbing her naked breasts against me, my hard. I held her ass and starts increasing my thrust, she wants more, she bites my neck and says baby i need it, while all this going on a dark staircase, and from nowhere i finger her ass again, now her pussy is filled with my dick and her ass with my finger, we both know i am gonna load my cum soon, she says more inside yes pls give me more. I ejaculate all my cum in her. Her body shivers, she holds my hair kisses my forehead and says fuck that was the best sex ever while i try to recollect what. Probably the only thing that would delay that was having very recently undergone MORFS, as it gave a brief burst of increased immune system. I suspected even with that I was living on borrowed time. How long before Sandra got tired of me and did me in? Or decided to let me starve.A couple of days with only minimal torture and mostly humiliation followed and I slowly healed. When the next weekend came I was still bruised all over but most of the pain was gone. Sandra had me play fetch again, it. Wearing a pair of bikini panties, pale green in color, with even paler green lace, and a very tight T-shirt, she pranced about the house doing her dusting and vacuuming. The boys watched her with eyes that grew hotter by the minute. She teased them with wiggles of her tightly pantied ass, or a jiggle of her tits. She was a one-woman show, an erotic show, for her sons, and she loved being the center of attention. She was doing, getting, almost everything she and her husband had discussed so long.