The crickets were happy enough, at least. Their chirping reached me from far outside, and if it didn’t lull me to sleep, it leached some of the pois...on from my mind. The tension in my limbs was beginning to soften when I heard a woman cry outside my window.“Ugh!”She sounded hurt. Naturally, I didn’t want to get involved. The neighborhood had seemed quiet and safe when I signed the lease, but who knew what dangers it contained?While I was dithering, the cry came again, louder. The pain and fear. Our tongues mingled, twisting together, and my knees threatened to give way as I moaned into his mouth. I slid my hand down between us, and brazenly cupped his erection, so deliciously thick feeling and throbbing in his pants. My pussy was on fire, and I could smell my own musk. I hoped he smelled it too. I wanted his babies.His hands slid down my back and grasped my ass, squeezing and kneading, and he managed to worm two thick fingers up under my tight little shorts, into the crevice between. Momma’s 54 now and I’m 26. I work over at Bubba’s Auto Repairs ‘N’ Such. The “Such” part is the convenience store Bubba’s wife runs. Anyhow, I do most of the repair work on bikes while Harris does the cars. It’s a livin’, so I can’t complain.My momma works as a part-time waitress at Lucy’s Diner, which is situated on New Dixie Highway, just pass the turn which takes you to Arloff. She makes enough money to pay the utilities while I take care of the rent and food.Now momma is what I would call. But all of her efforts to maintain its inviolability were in vain. Justin, much stronger than her, was emboldened by his excitement. He was not about to take no for an answer, to fail where he had always succeeded with Pam in the past.And, as a result of this determination, he was able to feel the way the head of his cock was pushing her perianal folds apart, digging deeper and slowly but surely making headway. She too felt the way her anal aperture was being wrenched wide and she gasped, her.