I don't remember ever seeing her before I moved in here with Gramma, though.Sherry's got a few years on me. She's not particularly pretty, but she's n...ot ugly, either, and she's by herself a lot. Her husband Ted is a pipeline welder. Makes good money, but stays gone for weeks on end, so she's there by herself and she doesn't mind if I visit a lot. She's not stupid. She's got a good job, one reason why she's here and her husband is doing pipelines up on the Bakken Shale.Sherry and I talk about a. On the ride home, I gave my husband all the juicy details. I saw a bulge appearing in his pants as I started to stroke him while he drove, telling him how his friend fucked his wife's pussy and ass. When we got home, my husband didn't give me the chance to get changed out of yesterday's outfit and proceeded to fuck me. He let out his load all over me, covering my pussy with his hot, sticky juice.After I cleaned up, I started to reflect to myself. My husband was extremely turned on by this.. She was relaxed and happy as she rode along, secure in the knowledge that she would never again have to be poor-at least not so long as there were young girls out in the world on their own, and lecherous men who were willing to pay to get their sweaty hands on foreign delicacies with fair skin and hair.Unknown to Madame Afet, Osman had at times also dealt with another person in Istanbul, a man named Nisli Bey. Nisli was rich enough to be able to pay sometimes almost double the price Madame Afet. "We all laughed in response. After filling our plates we retreated to our own private table. The sun was setting and sky was aflame with pastels of pink, red and orange. We didn't speak much as we watched the sun sink into the Pacific. We just enjoyed each other's company and the fantastic food.Mother was munching on a strawberry and said while chewing, "Isn't this great... great food...great scenery... great companionship...great sex."I smiled. Mother usually didn't talk with food in her.