I told her about my flat, my break up with Linda and, well, everything. She listened as we talked. It wasn’t a monologue about me. She interspersed ...my account with snippets about herself and her separation from Stella. It was easy, comfortable and she revealed a sense of humour that reminded me so much of Bacall. Her hand tightened on mine. ‘I’m not her, you know.’ Now of course, I knew that but I could understand that a lot of people might have wanted her to be. I didn’t and said so which made. And felt myself hardening again as she reached down and stroked my cock shaft. "You gonna finish what you started, big boy?" she teased. And I did exactly that .. wondering if the young daughter Susie was going to come wandering in next. The bedroom door was still wide open, just as it was all last night! Well, if she came, she came. And if the young teen girl caught her mother with her knees up around her ears and me fucking her like a donkey .. let Tascha explain that to her!I got. With a soft murmur, she shifted, pushed herself back against me, and for a second, we were only a single being. "Did yesterday really happen?" she asked."It seems so."I paused."Any regrets?" Not really. Do you? Aside from any physical… discomfort?" she asked with a sly smile."No, I’m fine, thank you." I said as I squeezed her breast, eliciting a slight giggle.As we slowly rolled out of bed on what was looking to be a gorgeous Sunday-morning, I got to look at her again, and reminisced on the day. .." Ace looked down at his lap, Allison's gaze following him, "And other parts are working just fine." Allison laughed and playfully rolled her eyes, "Ace, really you are impossible." Ace smiled, a wicked glint shining in his eyes. "No sex until your leg is healed, doctor's orders." The door opened, and Allison grabbed the bags, walking in front of him to his door. His ribs screamed at him for wheeling himself in his wheel chair, but he would be damned if Allison would carry those bags, and.