He kept having the coffee and lit the joint. There was some silence now as I thought about what he was thinking, how awesome he was, how gentle and po...lite, yet rough and wild in bed. I could not believe how a couple of hours a go this soft spoken guy was calling me a slut as he was pounding my ass. As we got done with the coffee, he told me lunch would be here in 30 mins. I was sitting slanted now, and noticed my nipple was visible. He was looking at me, from my legs to my face now as I said. The wet sounds of fucking filled the neat little kitchen.For the second time in less than an hour, Sharon felt faint. She had always assumed that her mother and Jack were fucking, even before they were married. But to see them do it was something else again. She leaned weakly against the doorjamb, unable to tear her eyes from the scene before her."DORIS! OH, GOD, BABY! HUNCH IT, SWEETHEART! HUNCH IT! UNGH... UNGH!" JJJAAACCCKKK!" Doris shrieked. "OH, GOD, HONEY! POUND THAT CUNNY!. Her lips, the same lips that had sucked my cock were devoid of the dark lip gloss she had worn the night before.The blowjob had been a surprise. What made her do it? Did she enjoy it as much as I did? Was it done to prove her love for me?She had said that we could improve it, which I took to mean she was going to try it again. I was certainly up for that but the question came back to me; did she enjoy doing it?I liked going down on her and she liked having me do it. I enjoyed giving her. .. it seemed to...”She held up her hand and I stopped talking. I almost thought I could see some tears in her eyes.“Don’t apologize,” she said. “Mildred is my name, but no one EVER called me that until ... until five years ago. Before that it was always Millie.”By now it wasn’t a question of just thinking I could see some tears. I could see a couple of big tears rolling down her cheeks. It was almost more than I could do not to reach over to gently wipe the tears away.I immediately turned.