I’ll never forget Dee Williams. I wanted her the second I met her. When she married my dad, I was thrilled. But as she got closer to 40, Dee started going out at night. I’d hear the door close, sometimes a moan, hoping she was doing what I wanted. I fingered her ass on the phone with her boyfriend. Enticed him to join. He agreed. It was my night with Dee. I slid in, clawed under her dress, palmed her cheek, held her against the couch. We fucked Dee together. Her boyfriend pushed me, when he came in her, ended up on my face. Dee’s lips slid over my cock, hot. I couldn’t stop. By the bedroom, she pulled me on. Her hands gripping, nails digging. I shot in her throat, willing, shaking.
