Mike had to rush into the toilet to piss, and Lisa lay in bed listening to him. Her whole body tingled as soon as she woke up. She grinned up at the c...eiling, remembering the pounding he had given her cunt after she had sucked him off last night. Despite the violence of his fucking, her cunt was not in the least bit sore. On the contrary, her pussy felt wonderful.She got out of bed when he came back into the room. She rummaged about in her dresser, winking at the reflection of her son in mirror.. .JUST WHAT DAVID, NO I THINK I'M GOING TO CALL YOU DAVINNABut MOM.No buts you go into the living room and wait till your father getshome.Well that night was a living hell, my mother took control. The next dayshe made me wear the same outfit, we walked out the front door and intothe car, we went to her beauty parlor and at the front desk was abeautiful girl. My mother asked if her operator had an opening, shesaid this is my SON and we want the works, there were women in thewaiting area that. Horse care was excellent but the barn was a little "alternative" - a little laid back and didn't strictly adhere to any one particular discipline. English, Western, Dressage, Jumps, or Trail - whatever people rode - was accepted. In order to make ends meet and keep costs down, once a year the barn held "The Rave". It was never advertised - people just heard about it through the grapevine. Indeed the characters who turned up to take part had nothing to do with horses at all, they just lived a. It eventually became problematic, like a gambling addiction. The risk was so exciting that it was interfering with our daily obligations. Any function, get-together, or party during her ovulation week especially, we would not attend because we were too busy fucking. Sometimes we even missed work because we were so worn out from fucking 3 times a day when she was ovulating. Our families definitely noticed. They joked about it (nervously). They joked we wore out 5 beds in 6 months (not true)or.