Could I? No, that would allow a stigma toattach to him. It's a vicious stigma that would give kids a reason toscorn him. Not like adults are that much...better. I can hear my friendsmaking fun of me now for my sissy son. They'd probably tease him too.I'm supposed to protect him from making choices like that. I'm oldenough to know that the world is populated by people that throw stonesat others even while they harbor their own urges that others find worthyof disdain.But then I then thought to. Except for the juices running down her thighs it could easily have been a dream. She drove home and as she entered the shower the now dried semen on her legs and hairy bush reconfirmed that somebody had made the deposit. Quickly drying herself she ate breakfast and retired to recall the morning’s events, it was not long before she was fast asleep.The following week she continued to stop at the same spot but alas, nothing but the a****ls moved and her experience was but a distant memory. Ah well. She liked to be on top and that was fine with me.“Buddy, you know we are forever, right? Even after we meet and marry other people?”I knew.“Yes.”Sam moved to lie full-length on me. She doesn’t weigh much, but I wouldn’t have cared if she did. Soft, warm, firm and very smooth girl, top to bottom, except for that delightful patch just north of her center. I liked pressing against her pussy as she moved on me. In fact, I knew that if she wasn’t careful, she’d find out exactly how much I liked. But I would have trusted or wanted neither my husband nor any one of my lovers as a Dom.”Jennifer emptied her glass before she continued, her voice low but firm, “Until we met, George, I did not think there could be such a man.” Then, looking down on her thighs where George’s hand now rested, she murmured, “But do you want me?”It made George smile. Switching into a commanding voice, he ordered Jennifer to stand up. As she did so, somewhat uncertain on her legs, George rose and said, “We’ll see..