Moving into a hot scene on one side while the bedroom sounds accelerated on the other, but to have right in front of me Pam's perky nipples still poki...ng out her wife-beater from the cold. My cock, obviously, had no conscience.Pammy reached over and turned off the t.v. Then there was just the sounds from the bedroom. She stared at me. "She's obviously faking it, so why does she do it?"I really had no answer. So I just ventured the truth, "Welcome to my love-life." It's all your fault," she. A beautiful slender buildwoman in her later thirties or early forties with the complexion of a twentyyear old. She is wearing a three-piece business suit with a beige jacket; blackknee length skirt, and a black front-buttoned blouse. She told her son to getback in studying his biology lesson. "Home schooling?", I asked. She noddedher head. The walls of the house are hung with Indian decorations. As we walkedcloser to the clock I thought on how I can get what I want even with her sonin the. A click shortened my fantasy, and snapped me back to reality; the front door has just re-closed.I was in a panic as I heard heels clicking closer to the bedroom, and I realized why; her purse was sitting on the nightstand. A logical mind would have just handed her the purse through a cracked door and dodged the bullet, but my mind was frozen, like my rigid member, and this dawned on me too late as she walked in."Please just tell me you aren't gay, or sleeping with a guy behind my back too," she. Ever since her parents died, she’d been forced to grow up very fast. Her survival and that of her younger brother depended on it. Her grandmother helped, but there was only so much the old lady could do. Florence grew up fast and hard. She learned to defend herself from the wicked men who simply couldn’t keep their hands off her, years before she should have been on their radar. She became a fighter, and a fearsome one at that. Her father’s old friend Laurence, a former member of Forces Armee.