I hadn’t finished buttoning up my shirt yet, and she snuggled into my chest. “I love you,” I said. “We can’t think about romance right now, ...though. We have to be practical.”“I know,” she sighed, leaning her head down onto my chest. “But I’m going to be lonely tonight. And you’re not.”“No,” I said, feeling sad for her. “It will be hard for your dad, as well.”“Poor daddy,” she said. I felt a few tears fall from her face and run down through the hair on my chest.“Yes,” I said. “I can’t imagine how. . oh fuck..... I'll stay open til closing....... oh my... oh my god...... you never know it may pick up..... OH FUCK!!!!” I bite harder as she started to squeeze and twist her hard nipple with her free hand. “OH nothing there was almost a wreck in front of the store.” I slowly let go of her clit and she grabbed my head shoving it back into her hot wet pussy and started to grind on it. “I'm guna have to let you go there's a customer. Bye I'll see you later daddy.” She hung up the phone quickly. Yes, I know... okay..."There were a few undecipherable sounds, then something that sounded like a slap. Then another, then ten more in a steady rhythm. The next sound was of the bed frame squeaking as if someone was bouncing rapidly on it, followed by a strange mewing sound. If I hadn't known it was just mom and me in the house, I'd almost have thought she had someone in there with her. I was both repelled and aroused by the thought of my mother on her bed, legs spread for some guy. I suddenly. They didn't need to be my absolute favorites as long as I ... I didn't fucking get it! I wondered how guys who couldn't read minds ever dealt with women without going crazy.At least, the mistresses were a little easier to manage since they saw themselves as the 'other women' in my life.Mary opened the apartment door."Honeys, I'm home," she yelled, closing the door behind me."We're in here!"I located the girls mentally; they had gotten started without us in Mary's bedroom. I didn't visit every.