It was a Saturday and I just came back from a hundred and twenty mile ride on my old Harley sporty and Mom was on the sofa reading 'The life and times... of Dorothy Parker."Oh hi Kirk, how was your ride?" Pretty good Mom, bike ran like a charm, I'm getting forty eight to miles to the gallon, I wish I could get half that in my pick-up truck.I looked at her, there was something that I really liked about the glow of a lamp seen in her ovals and not for the first time did I get hard.A few weeks later. 30, we both had lunch together and she asked whether I had anything for protection. I said I always have that enough as backup. The climate was good; we sat close by and started off with a xxx movie. She then said that she very rarely had sex nowadays and since my wife is also not nearby it’s a need for both of us. I couldn’t resist more. I started with a kiss at her lips which lasted for almost 10mins. Meanwhile I started squeezing her boobs which was much bigger than expected. I slowly. I pumped hard and she dropped her chest to the rug leaving her ass in the air. Deciding to experiment, I moved a finger around her puckered hole. I felt her stiffen as I tried to ease it into her. She didn’t resist. I withdrew my finger and covered it and her butt hole with lube before trying to ease it in again. It slid in easier. I asked if she’s comfortable and she nodded. I resumed fucking her, leaving my finger half buried in her ass, she moaned, then cried out loudly in pleasure. I felt. Her voice had taken on the overtones of the Inquisition."Anne? I don't honestly think Anne noticed anything, or if she did, she hid it exceptionally well. Stan's not so good at hiding things like that, he's never learned. He's never had to learn it. Anne might have done, but I think mainly she simply didn't notice because she felt everyone else was beneath her. Horrid to say, but I think it might be true. So when it was Stan who pulled her out of the fire, she sat up and looked around. What she.