He moved upward and downward. He bathed her and probed her. He nibbled her and sucked her as he would have with the neck of a teenage date… hoping t...o leave a hickey between her legs. He felt her lips engorge with the vacuum he created and felt her shiver as his tongue passed over them. She was so wet. He had sucked from her all of his cum that he could but she flowed with her own wetness until it pooled at the bottom of her cleft and ran down between her cheeks. He slipped his finger across. She was surprisingly light. She put her arms around my neck, never saying a word. I lowered myself into the sofa with her on top.We smooched for almost half an hour, then she started opening my jeans. I recalled there was a medical shop on the corner of the second floor. I made a quick run to it. The shutter was closed but not locked. I opened and grabbed the first pack of condoms.Back to the sofa, I dropped my jeans and let her handle my thick cock. She gave it a nice rub and tug before taking. She made it her personal goal in life to separate him from everyone he enjoyed running around with, talking to, or just being with. She had been rude and overbearing to his friends, and because she was his wife he had supported her. She was a total bitch. Since there was no longer a wife there was no reason to maintain the apartment they had lived in. He decided to sell it and move back aboard his sailboat. It was a much simpler life anyway. The bar was nearly empty when Billy went in and sat. She thought about running away several times, but since she didn't know anybody, spoke little English and had heard all sorts of stories from Dad about how illegals were treated in prisons, she couldn't bring herself to take the final step.All in all, she was at his mercy and he knew it. Within a year, she was carrying me and living more like a slave than a wife.That's how the journey and the misfortune of my mom, Natasha, began.Surprisingly, the earliest memory I have of my mother is not of.