'You want to fuck Mariel'?'Thought you would never ask Santa', I replied, we had been doing it for the last two years, and now I was a pro at thirteen....I got up and walked around to mother, 'I need the key to the potting shed', the magic words that told her Joe and I were going for a fuck.She got up and went into her bedroom, where she kept the keys, I followed her. 'Make sure he wears a condom', she said, 'there is a packet in the drawer in the bedside cabinet', she continued, as she handed me. Life isn’t that simple. What you did was bad, real bad. You killed a man. It sounds like you didn’t mean it but nonetheless a man is dead. You have to accept the facts and mold a new life around them. You may have lost your wife, maybe, maybe not, but still if you did then you will have to go on without her. The man you killed can never come back. His family will grieve for him just like you would for one of your family. You will have to make restitution to them somehow. That’s going to be. I start to move my right hand from her breasts onto her stomach and further down to have a feel of her vagina. My index, middle and ring fingers are rubbing on her vaginal area and I gently push my middle finger inside her with my index and ring finger on either side of her entrance. As I do it, I feel that her grip around my neck tightens – was she trying to strangulate me or was it sheer passion??? She gets up after a couple of minutes and lies on the bed while I follow her.I kiss her lips. I didn’t know what to do. I looked at her and told that she is married. She told she is just too horny. She needs a big-time pleasure. I was also seduced by her touch. She kept on rubbing my dick. Since the room was closed, she pushed me towards the door.She opened up my zip and slid her hand inside. My pre-cum was overflowing. She grabbed my dick and started stroking it slowly. I pressed her ass and pushed her towards me. She slowly took out my dick and she went down. She slowly licked the top.