Evan returned just after noon, put the groceries away and checked the laundry. Not surprisingly, nothing had been done. Evan noted this in his journal.... Now what to do? Try the suggestion thing again? Maybe elevate it to a request. Yes, that seemed to be the best way to go; this time it will be a request. Surely she couldn't ignore a simple request from her own baby boy, now could she?He found her in the family room still watching TV. He wondered if she had even moved. It didn't look like it.. I guess she knew that this day would come. Her long term affair with John was no secret from me. I was just waiting for the right time. This was the right time. John lost his job just a week back and without the use of his legs for another 3 months he would not be able to look for a job anytime soon. Oh, there is nothing wrong with John's legs, yet!"You guessed it right. I am not happy with marriage anymore. I want more. I want respect and love. Something that you are in no position to offer.". Then I inserted my penis into her pussy and started fucking her.First I fucked her in the missionary position, then I took her right leg on my shoulders and then I fucked her. Her pussy was tight.Then she sat on facing me, I was touching her breasts and she started jumping and we fucked for 15 minutes like this and she came shouting my name. And at last, as I came to the doggy style I was about to cum. I was squeezing her breastsFrom behind, I was shouting her name Sumathi Sumathi haaaaaah. She’s even got the temperature right: dense but milky and not scalding. I look up at her with an expression of impressed gratitude that is over the top even for me. For a while, I sit and sip. They watch me, and I feel weirdly at home.“Are you a… um…” Dave begins.I watch him calmly as I await the inevitable question about my gender.“…social worker then?”“She’s no social worker,” Adriana says, and I smile to cover my nervousness. “She’s too pretty. Look at her hair!” She turns to Dave. “Isn’t.