“Hello?” “Layla? Oh hi, is me, Jody” The voice on the other end of the phone belonged to her high school friend who had kept in touch...with her. “Wow! I haven’t heard you in a while. How are ‘ya?” “Fine, fine. My husband, Bill, is doing great And so are the kids. How are yours?” “Fine as well. But just so bored.” “Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow?” “No. Why?” “Well maybe we can visit you. I don’t think the kids have seen each. Every night, for over two months, Lilith and “Studkins” wore each other out. Also, every night, for over two months, I lay in bed with a raging hard-on until I fell asleep. The strange thing is that we just seemed to keep accidentally running into each other, either coming out of or getting into the shower. To make matters worse, despite my best effort, I found myself more than once coming home to find her riding “Studkins” for all he was worth.Then, one Friday afternoon, Lilith came to me and. His one hand was around my stomach, and one was around my breast. I had never thought anything dirty about my step-son, I had sometimes noticed his fine abs, and hot body, but that was all. I didn’t know what he thought about me, did he have any thing dirty about me in his mind? Once when he was seventeen and used to live with me, I found my bra in his bed under the pillows, but thinking that it was normal to have a fantasy of masturbating on a bra, I didn’t talk to him about it. I didn’t know. ”“Sarah said that the other ... friends that you brought over were a little standoffish,” Liz said. “Those boys are really sweet.”“They are,” I said. “Their ‘Aunt’ Liz is pretty sweet, too.”“I feel like I’ve known your friends for years,” Liz said as I pulled into my driveway.I scanned the area around the house for strange cars or anything out of place.“Wait for me to come back to get you,” I said.“Yes, Ryan Jr.,” Liz said, rolling her eyes.“At least you didn’t call me Little Ryan,” I said as I.