Now that I think about it that’s less than three new cocks a year. Seems way low to me. Maybe I should have said 300? You of all people, know how mu...h I like sex. Some years I stuck with a few guys, like since we’ve been married, but there were other phases where I got lots, like those college orgies I told you about. And the times I escorted to pay the bills.”Him: “Good point. OK, I’ll accept that.”Her: “You’ve got me thinking now. Let’s figure how many times I’ve been laid. I’ve been a horny. Mom can't help but get worried about what Alex is doing. Both the boys are so unpredictable. This excites her in a way. Even if she doesn't want to acknowledge it.Alex's hands go round and underneath her, reaching for the zipper of the jean shorts. Unzipping them he curiously slides his hand inside. Feeling his mom's wet, mature pussy.She starts to moan, "... Alex, baby... That's mommy's private place. You shouldn't~" Yes, I should! It's my home," he responses back, sliding his finger inside of. "I do feel a little... tense."I began to massage her foot, pushing my thumb into the sole. She moaned as my thumb travelled around and lay her head back with her eyes closed. I gently rubbed her toes, each one getting its own share of attention. I put her foot down and picked up the other, massaging it as she groaned.She jerked suddenly as I hit a tender spot just below the ball of her foot and let out a whimper.Why is that sound familiar? I rubbed and slowly leaned closer to her foot. I could. He was torn, there was the woman whom he vowed to stay with 'till death, and now, there was this vision, this angel, telling him to move on and take a vacation.Don woke up with a start, sweating as he sat up in bed. Angel was sitting there next to him, watching him sleep. Her face looked worried, scared. Was he talking? Was he screaming? He couldn't remember. Don turned on the small lamp by his bed, and could see the worry on her face. He reached up and touched her face; a flash of his dream.