Even before I was fully awake Iknew this. But what was it? Had I done something stupid? I had just hadmy way with Jane, who I still loved despite her ...betrayals. And now Ihad betrayed her. Not that I felt too horrible about this. The betrayalwas too fresh, the lies too deep.No, something else was wrong. With me. Something just didn't feelright.I slowly opened my eyes, to see Jane standing over me and odd smirk onher face. Fear gripped me for a moment, but then I got myself undercontrol. I was. Nothing she did was right - and I mean nothing. From the cleanliness of our immaculate home to the temperature of our steaming hot supper to even to the schedule she was forced to keep. Even what she dressed, not that she had many clothes and certainly nothing new or stylish, was not good enough for him.Even late at night, when my parents where behind the closed door of their bedroom I could hear him grunting but never a sound from her even though their bed springs told me exactly what they. It was sensory overload. Each inch that disappeared inside me caused a new level of pleasure. By the time I had about eight inches inside me, I was in a state of constant orgasm. It was just pushing on every pleasure center in my vagina and I couldn't stop cumming. Soon, I felt him pushing against my cervix. It wasn't unpleasant but I knew that no more of him could go in. I began to raise up slowly and after a few excruciatingly slow strokes, I was riding him at a decent pace. I had adjusted. Wasn’t so obvious in how I looked. Certainly not like this. A lot more discreet. You remember that one ginger, sometimes brunette, sometimes blonde woman who called herself ‘Lyde?’ That was me!” Mom explained as she rimmed Miranda to further excite me.“Yes, I remember! You always kissed me on the top of the head, hugged me, called me ‘honey,’ and gave me treats, like hard candies and so forth! You even gave some to Gina at times! So, you were Dad’s occasional lover named Lyde. I wondered as I.