Picture a hand that isn’t your hand, with patient fingers that walk the length of your wife’s arm, reaching her slender shoulders to brush the thi... straps of her dress aside. With the faintest rustle, the dress is casually shrugged off and allowed to fall; but even before your beautiful wife has stepped clear from the pool of fabric her lover’s hands are already caressing a lazy line along the alabaster pale skin of her torso, fingers tracing a path through the cluster of freckles just below. I fumed, thinking about how I would soon be dying for a cigarette while Miss Phillips would be off to office between periods, smoking one of those Benson & Hedges gold 100s she always had sticking out of the side pocket of her black leather hobo bag. Sure enough, by the time class bell rang, I was jonesing for a cigarette and fortunately was able to get my last piece of gum in my mouth in the hallway. I made it undetected for the rest of the day. As school ended I was craving a cigarette bad,. He knows the story about his missing daddy and he knows how little boys are made – most of the gory details, anyway. And I think he understands that his mama has been known to share the guestroom bed with male visitors.”“So if I come downstairs for breakfast, it wouldn’t be a shocker for Tad?”“He thinks you’re a big hero. He’ll be thrilled to see you at the kitchen table.”“How about Sarah?”“Mom knows, in somewhat more detail than Tad does, that her only daughter has heterosexual. ” I whispered in her ear. I stood up and held out my hand to her. If she really didn’t want to, this was her last chance to get out of my apartment with her cherry still intact. If she came in my bedroom with me, I was going to have her, all of her and she knew it. I saw several emotions run across her face as she sat there making up her mind, first and foremost was fear, but I also saw curiosity, love and lust. I knew as soon as she smiled and took my hand she was going to be mine that night..