" I'm sorry, Shae. I didn't go to dances much. I think I would have danced with you at least a little, though. People kept pushing us at each other, a...ter all." Yeah, you probably would have, you're one of the good guys, Dave. Those two times you kissed me goodnight, well, Dave, they were the only ones in high school, except for that one special occasion I mentioned, which was a special favor to a couple out-of-town guys Eve and I knew a little, and more for Eve than me, at that. It was the. My hunch was right. Most of my son’s adult pals were too old to be his mother. My son seemed to be more interested in mature women, and if it was so; it was certainly a good sign.An idea struck me; I could also be an adult e-pal of my son. Only thing that I needed to start my virtual affair with my son, was a new mail-id with a pseudonym.I immediately opened a new page of the same web site and created a new mail id. I was ready to explore the possibility of having a virtual relationship with my. He'd complained to his mother about it just last week, but she'd dismissed his protests with a laugh: Rosa had seen him naked since the day he was born, what was the big deal? Wasn't like he had anything to hide."You ready yet?" she repeated."No, I'm not," Danny replied with a touch of petulance, and turned back to the mirror. At least she hadn't caught him completely naked this time. He stood in the middle of the bedroom in his sheer white panties, meticulously stroking the twists out of his. She paused, and opened up the drawer next to the sink to find a little bottle of baby oil. The ritual had just said "oil", so she wasn't really sure what that meant. But she figured she'd rather deal with baby oil than the olive oil she had waiting in the kitchen. She was getting more excited at the thought of rubbing herself with oil and fantasizing about summoning a creature to overwhelm her husband with desire. She let one hand glide down between her legs, letting loose a slight whimper as.