Oh, I liked Todd well enough, but always in my thoughts about him were those taboo ones about his son, Jason.I’d known Todd for several years, ever ...ince Jason was nine or ten. We were friends, both of us moving in and out of other relationships and eventually dating. I moved in with Todd and his son a few months before the marriage, and I never missed a voyeuristic chance to admire and fantasize about Jason. Often, when Todd was inside me, I closed my eyes and imagined his son was the one. The first time I used the laundry room in the basement of my building, an older lady came in to check on her dryer, I had seen her a few times before and remember thinking that she was attractive, in a seasoned way. Each time she was wearing a dress, short heels and stockings(or panty hose). A lot of older ladies like to dress that way and I have no problem with that. She said hello and I asked her how she was doing. We chatted a while and she asked me if I knew anything about computers. . ”“I’ll tell you that all five girls really like you,” I said. “And so do I. But we don’t want to put you in a stressful position.”“I know that and it’s what makes me want to come back again.” We rode in silence almost to her dorm with her head leaning back against the seat before she spoke again. “I’d like to make love with you, Jett. I experimented with a girlfriend in high school and I know I’m at least a little bi, so I’d like to mess around with your girlfriends, too. Especially Ariel. I. We had not progressed beyond kissing andtouching but today was going to be different. She toldme that her brother, whom she lived with, was out atuniversity and won’t be back for another hour. I tookthe opportunity to do something nice for her.I began by kissing her sweet mouth, touching her,putting my hand down her top and cupping her warmlittle breasts. Her nipples became hard and slid easilybetween my fingers for squeezing. My other hand moveddown to her crotch where it was very warm..