When they were done, I put my clothes on and headed next door. “You ain’t gonna hurt my old ass. I was moaning, loving his taste, becoming an addict right then and there. I was bouncing up and down on that old man’s dick; my tits bouncing with me. I thought of his late wife. “Well, I mean, you still are,” I stopped sweeping. Go at whatever speed you can. Anyway, I was on my way back and thought I’d check on you, maybe handle the dishes or clean up a bit.”
“Goodness, girl,” he sat down at the small table. Carter’s words were recalled. “Yeah,” I lied. “You know,” I leaned in close, kissing his neck. Deep down I knew why Carter did this. He asked me to make sure you cheat and you be with me in my bed, on my dick, as much as possible.
