have for being angry? She'd licked his cock, drunk his seed. She wondered if she'd made some awful mistake. She wondered if she'd overlooked a secret she was as yet ignorant of.
'Roger?'
'Just sit there, will you? Don't say a word. I don't feel so hot.'
'I'm sorry. I thought…'
Roger touched her hand briefly, then went back to driving. They were silent the rest of the way home.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mona felt wonderfully better when she stepped out of the shower. She'd been courageous enough to face thing instead of shoving them into the back of her mind. She even found herself laughing a little at the way her brother had managed to seduce her.
She couldn't accept it as right. But she could at least smile. And it had done something healthy to her mind. It had jarred her out of a year-long depression. She felt, like she was in contact with the world again. She was aware of her body and her body's needs.
What was bettor, she was thinking of Roger in a completely different way. She could understand now why he had left her in the first place. She'd been a tense, fearful person. She'd demanded too much of him. She'd wanted security for security's sake, forgetting that there was much pleasure, to be had from life. Roger had been too easy going for all that. And he'd left.
'If only I could get those years back again,' she said to herself, slipping a short dress over her hips. She picked a silky blouse to go with it and brushed her hair.
She was thinking of Roger again. He looked so good after all these years. He looked sexier than he had as a young man. And after all, he had remembered them. He had come back to try and make things right. She glanced at the check on her dresser. Just then the doorbell rang.
'Coming,' she called, hurrying downstairs. She threw back the door and smiled at her ex-husband. He looked at her in a strange way.
'That's the first time I've seen you smile since…'
'Roger. Come in, won't you?' She looked behind him. 'Where's Sheri?'
'She wanted off at a friend's house. I figured it would be okay with you.'
Mona led him into the living room. 'I'm glad she's not hers. I have something to say… just for your ears.'
She bent close so that he could see the tops of her breasts. She'd chosen just the blouse to do it. Had her ex-husband forgotten how he had once worshipped her large, high-riding tits? She could see quickly that he had not.
'I guess I should start with a long explation. I should go into all the mistakes I made and how long it took me to grow up.' They sat down and she took his hand. 'But I think I'll just leave that for later.'
Roger looked at her with obvious passion. 'Mona…'
'I've been a damned fool, Roger.'
'I wasn't any prize back then.' His eyes flicked down to the hem of her skirt. She crossed her legs slowly.
'What are you thinking of right now?' she asked, squeezing his fingers in hers. 'Why darling you're blushing.'
'I was thinking…' he swallowed hard, 'of eating your pussy.' Mona closed her eyes and sucked in a slow breath.
'Oh God. My panties just got awful wet.'
Roger pulled her against him. They kissed slowly, like old friends rediscovering each other. His hand worked gently under her sheer skirt. When his finger caressed the hot silk of her panty crotch, Mona began to unbuckle his jeans. 'Just like old times,' she cooed.
'Those tits. I can't believe they still look as good as ever.'
'I guess I've been preserving them for you without even knowing.'
She had his big cock out now, jacking the skin up and down. She'd always loved his cock. She had played with his foreskin many times, teasing him in a hundred different ways because he hadn't been circumcised. She loved the way it looked, sliding back to expose the ultra-sensitive head. She slid it back now and trembled to see the slick, purple knob all swollen and hot.
'I don't think I can wait five more seconds,' he said, pushing a finger past her panties, shoving it deep into her pussy. She moaned and let a tit flop out of her blouse for him to suck.
They helped each other upstairs. She tickled him and he half carried her to the bed. Hurriedly they stripped off every stitch and then stood hugging in the middle of the room.
'How'd you keep from getting a beer belly?' she asked, smiling.
'It's there. I'm just sucking it in for you.'
'Oh Roger. Roger, I…' His kiss smothered her words. He thrust his stiff cock against her belly as they kissed and felt each other wildly. Then he was moving her to the bed. He parted her full thighs open and scooted between them on his chest.
'Roger… God… it's been so long!' She twined her fingers in his blond hair as he began to lick the outer surface of her mound. The dark curls parted wetly and then he was digging his tongue into the slippery crevice. She humped her back and pushed herself up for him to eat on. His mouth made a sucking sound as it entered between the outer lips. She felt her clit being sucked up from its juices.
'Nhhhhhaaaaaaa!'
'You taste like you always tasted.'
'Ohhhh Roger!'
She stretched her legs so wide that her hip popped. Roger nibbled the inside of her dainty cunt. He swathed the glistening surface with his spit and plunged his tongue up into her hole. She bucked and threw her ass around on the bed as the excitement began to get to her.
'You're all woman,' he growled, pushing his body up over hers. His hands kneaded her ass cheeks as he pushed the head of his cock between her feverish petals. Then she moved like she'd done a long time ago. It was their signal that she wanted him. Roger moved too, bringing his hips forward slowly. Inch by inch Mona could feel his thick meat filling her, filling her to the very end of her tube. When his body had settled against her mound, she kissed him hungrily.
'There still that old excitement isn't there?' she sighed.
'Yeah. Sure is.'
They fucked for an hour. Mona came three times and wanted to try for four but she just couldn't suck Roger up for one last go. She understood completely. He'd spurted so much own that there was a wet place the size of a saucer between her legs and her thighs were smeared with drying curds. A man could only go so far and she'd taken him to the end of his particular road.
'Well,' she sighed, fondling his wilted cock lovingly. 'Now that we've seen how much fun we've missed these past years…'
'Could we make a go of it again Mona?' He touched her face. 'Do you really think so?'
'Let's take the chance.' She kissed the soft skin of his prick and lay back. Maybe someday she'd even have the nerve to tell Roger about Robby. But now what mattered most was having her ex-husband with her again. Living in the same house. Loving her whenever she needed it. And after all the luke-warm affairs she'd had with other men, she knew she needed it bad.
CHAPTER EIGHT
'I don't believe a word you say,' Annie Faber whispered. But she kept staring at Sheri. Sheri smiled and
