Yet again, I found myself wondering what Vicky's game was.Anyhow, there was no use lying, so I said, "Uh, yeah. I was gonna tell you, Mom. Eventually.... Like, maybe when I turned forty."This struck Vicky as hilarious, and she burst into laughter. Thankfully, Mom started snickering too, and I hoped that was the end of it. Nope. After Mom recovered, she wanted to know what tattoo I'd gotten -- and where."But how did you know?" I asked Vicky, in an effort to evade Mom's question."Oh, Cindy and I are. Only my years of a moderately strict Catholic upbringing kept me putting him off.I found myself doing extra shopping. Victoria’s Secret, where the sales girl giggled and said, “All these pretty things ... not getting married again are we?” She was teasing, but in my guilty mind, it seemed every comment meant that I was about to be exposed as an adulterer. I blushed and shook my head. But of course, her instinct was right ... I was now dressing for my new lover. She was merely a keen observer. Using the the couch as a brace for her head, I shoved my cock deep into her warm, inviting mouth, desperately trying to make my way down her throat. It seemed, however, that my girth would make it impossible, as I could only smash the back of her throat and tonsils, causing her to gag ferociously with every deep thrust. She was pushing hard on my thighs, trying to create just a bit of space for her to breathe. I was pumping hard into her throat, cupping her jaw with one hand and pulling her. "Once I was in up to my pubes, I stopped for a moment, relishing the feel of her cunt wrapped tight around my cock, relishing how perfect the fit was. She began twisting her hips and kicking her heels against my ass. I reached down and pushed her blouse up over her bra. I ran my hands over her bra-encased tits, squeezing them roughly, pinching the nipples. Her tits were big, really big, and soft."Ohhhhhhh," she gasped, putting her hands over mine. "That's it . . .oh yes . ohhhhh."I could feel.