"She's just a child." No," Angela shook her head and smiled at me, perhaps thinking I might have been a little pissed by what her friend had said. "Sh...e's not a child, Monica. She's just hungry and needs to sleep."I hadn't said anything at all and I was still trying to decide if I was going to like this Monica person or not, when they helped me into her bed. It was a dark room, with the two windows it had painted black, or so Monica told me, and covered with squares of plywood. Why she'd do that. She graduated from high school, got married and pregnant, not necessarily in that order.So the only time we were close was when I was in high school and she wasa young k**. I guess that's why I still think of her as that young k**,even though she's 38 years old.The guy she married was a real jerk. My parents didn't like him, so theonly way she could marry him is to get pregnant, which is what happened.He couldn't hold a job and was unemployed most of the time. He didn'tcare as long as he had. I collapsed in a chair my hair as a mess,... and so was my leaking pussy. It won'tbe long till Keith gets home, so I freshened his room, with a spray.My mind was racing, my pussy was filled, I anticipate future encounters.The following day I woke with a smile and wandered into the kitchen.There was Michael and his Father too,... patiently waiting for breakfast. I giggled inside cause I'm feeding them both, the naughty Mother I am. Keithmade plans to go downtown, he was taking us out to lunch.. I returned to my company with a juice for Ally and margaritas for Amber and I. Ally wanted to change into her nightie so she walked off to change. Amber came to me and sat on my lap and we kissed passionately and she rubbed my chest. I caressed her little back and rubbed on her shoulders. She asked if I was ready for some real good sex. Of course I was!! She continued her rubbing and moved toward my cock. She had her tongue in my mouth and grabbed my 7 inch cock that has been waiting for action.