” Neither of us wanted to think or say of the other part. That of being fucked or doing the fucking. She laid her head against my shoulder and cried... a little while the water continued to cover the both of us. Breakfast was a sombre affair for everybody. Peter and Penny dined with us, one at each of the long tables. They made most of the conversation and tried to bring everybody out of the depressed state we had all got ourselves into. Penny eventually brought it to a head by suddenly standing. I quickly slid out of my pants and underwear, shoving them to the end of the bed and started to rub over my pussy.I was wet, as usual and had no trouble pushing two, and then three fingers into myself, thrusting them slowly as I let my juices cover them. Soon I pushed my pinkie in as well. I had always been a fan of shoving big things up myself so four of my skinny fingers presented little trouble and I was pushing them in so my pussy lips covered my knuckles.They were as deep as they could go. ’ Zing! thought Connie. Two for one—insulting my weight and clothes at the same time. Her mother was amazing that way. She couldn’t take it any more. ‘Mom, I have to go. I’ll let you know about Thanksgiving.’ She hung up. She hated to be rude, but the alternative was worse, so she didn’t feel too guilty. She wandered out into the living room and dropped onto the couch with a sigh. ‘What’s up?’ Simon came in from the kitchen and handed her a soda. ‘Mom.’ ‘Ah.’ He liked Connie’s mom, Lydia, well. It was just me and him. He started to get excited, me I was loving it by then. But as he had his hand on my boob I wasn’t thinking and next think I knew he had taken of my pants and panties and was putting on a condom! I didn’t know what to think I just looked at him wondering why he said we would take it in stages and then lying? I got mad, pissed off even I got up put on my bra and then my shirt. He asked what I was doing, I said in a pissed off tone I was going home. He asked why, I said to.