." What, Mom?" Your father really, really liked what I was writing about. For some reason, he loved the idea of a mother getting turned on by her teen...ge son. He couldn't stop talking about it, wanting to play out the fantasy. At first I loved it. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I did." What's to be ashamed about? It was a fantasy ... and it made things better. So what?" Honey, the thing is, it didn't really stay a fantasy." What do you mean?" It wasn't long before Dad asked me if ... oh man...". It read $7500.“For you, Mrs. DeRizzo, I think we can come down to $7200.”“I was hoping for something a little better than that,” she said.“It’s a marvelous piece, Mrs. DeRizzo, nearly flawless. That rich patina on the finish comes from 150 years of loving care.”“Nearly flawless, Mr. Wilson? What flaws are there that I should know about.”“Slight scratches on the hardware. It’s in great condition.”Jake, say something about the dent in the wood low on the right side.“Leanne, it looks to me like it. “We are all gathered here to learn of our relationship to each other and how it occurred. Before my mom, Belinda, and Aunt Nancy enlighten us I have something to say. The state you see my mother and Aunt Nancy in is the most recent result of them selling their souls to the devil. For the opportunity to spend one night only with Tom they agreed to certain terms. Some of the conditions are on full display while others, which they didn’t actually agree to, won’t be visible for three or four. Natalia fell next to him and put her arm around his chest. He looked at her and she began nibbling on his lip. John entangled his fingers into Natalia’s long, strawberry red hair and kissed her back. She put her hands on his back and as they kissed, moved them down his spine to his butt and gave it a squeeze.“Hey now,” John said. “I’m supposed to do that.”“Why don’t you then?” she asked as she pressed her body closer to John’s.“I don’t know if I want to do this right now,” he said.“Aww, come.