. would it hold me?"Not realizing where she was going with this line of questioning, he responded, "Oh, sure. It could hold..." he now knew where this... was leading, "the two of us."His eyes raked over her body, lingering on her breasts, gradually moving downward to halt at Molly's crotch.She felt herself growing warm all through her body; she wanted him to fuck her. Her hands reached out to him and he came to her. This time Molly had no problem with opening his chinos and fishing out his. And it would never be again. Every thing had changed. ‘Oh, Jen,’ he softly whispered, looking up at the picture as he blew out his breath, feeling his eyes stinging and then tears began to run down his cheeks. ‘Jen. I’m so sorry.’ ‘Ken?’ came the soft voice of his mother. Ken turned to look up at his mother standing in the doorway. He quickly wiped at his eyes. Sharon sighed. Then she stepped into the room and wrapped an arm about his shoulder. ‘Men and their tears! I’ll never understand.’ She. She replied that he thinks she is the murderer and came to arrest her. He said no, and asked her to calm down.He said he saw her husband have sex with Anjali and Rajini. So he was horny and after looking at her dripping body. He was aroused to the core. She believed him and pushed him away. She got ready in front of him. She wore tight blue bra and panty and then slapped him for staring at her. She was stubborn.Not an easy lady to bang. He was craving for pussy and told her about it. She said. I would completely be under her control.The side of my left leg stung like it never had before. The sting lingered as I felt my leg get warm.I was completely under her control. I craved these moments of discipline, of being dominated by a woman... a smaller woman only doubled the my feelings of shame and excitement."Fucking pathetic," she grunted as she readjusted herself in the chair. I patiently waited in front of her.Without a word, she aggressively clutched the front of my shirt and pulled.