”“Ah,” he said, “I can see how you wouldn’t want your mother to be the first to hear that little titbit. Is everything going to be all right...?”“Well there was a bit of trouble with her mother, who seemed to think I’m some sort of serial rapist, but I think we’re over that now,” I told him.“What sort of trouble?” he asked.“The ‘I’m not letting my innocent young daughter stay here sharing a room with you,’ sort of trouble,” I replied.“Ah the old protective mother thing,” he said.“She was back this. ”. She was also smiling. I said you are awsome. I again liplocked and removed her bra and blouse. Now she was topless. She covered her breasts with both hands. I said let me feel them. Please…. She said, “nahi, till the time you also dont remove your clothes”. I removed my shirt and payjamas. Now I was only in my jockey. I then removed her hands. She hugged my tightly and was breathing very fast. It was evident that she was very exited. I told her that I am not gone rush in to things and dont. " I think you'll like each other. You have a lot in common." OK, I'll be anxious to see you. Bye-bye."I reflected on the interesting turn of events. No reason why Sharon shouldn't stay with us, even if Mom was over at Mike's.The next week was routine, although Sabrina called either Carol or me every day. She was having a ball in France and wished she could stay longer. I told her Sharon was coming. She giggled, and asked, "Does she want to share you, too?" C'mon. I told her about Carol. She's. . oh yeah....oh oh... put that cock as fucking deep as you can in my slutty 36 year old pussy right now" were some of the most common expressions she used. We did it for long, and in almost every position. I was always focusin on not getting my cum out, which was extremely hard to do. I was now having sex with a woman who, 30 minutes earlier, looked like an innocent every day mom who was taking care of her kids. Now, we were both fucking like there was no tomorrow, we mainly did anal and normal.