But she had not really meant that, at least she didn't think she had. She had spoken out of sexual desire and need.But it had been good, she admitted,...fucking her son as they sat watching. Somehow, exposing herself that way to her son's friends had felt good. It had made her very hot, very eager, ready and willing to fuck him.Taking her beer along, she went into the living room and looked out the window. They were still sitting there, and her son, it seemed was the only one with his cock out.. I didn't like this at all, she seemed to me like a little wild bird, beating itself against the bars of a cage in an effort to get free."Calm down," I said again, without much effect.Well, I had some ideas how to calm her: just as a****ls are often blinded to keep them docile, so I would do to her.I turned and quickly rummaged in my canvas bag, pulling out a soft leather hood with a metal D-ring sewn into the top. I held the bottom of the hood open, and stood over her. She was in such a state. She was a lovely young widow with nothing but her beauty. But that, of course, was worth a lot to the right people.She had married Michael Sanderson, only son of Jefferson Samuelson the now-disgraced entrepreneur, about a year ago when she was seventeen and he was twenty-four. He and his handsome lover had drowned together while swimming into a riptide and a mass of nettles off the family's Chesapeake Bay island. Their bodies were never found.She became her father-in-law's mistress, one of. When it was almost seven, Shannon, the ring-leader, announced that it was time for us to head for Asia SF."What's Asia SF?" I asked the girl next to me."You've never heard of it? You'll see," she laughed as she drained herdrink. We gathered up our coats and purses and struck off, turningheads along the way as we marched en masse towards the cab stand onUnion Square. My feet were in agony and I was having trouble keeping upwith them. "Suck it up, girl!" Shannon taunted me.Squeezing into the.