?Yes,? she told me.I sighed and clicked the buttons to go through the first part of thetest. As I had guessed the reading really was very easy, but I ...asimpressed that the software seemed to gauge responses from one sectionto bring up a more difficult section if you could handle what you hadjust done. By the end of that section I was bleary eyed and had muchmore thinking and inferring of the text than I expected.The writing prompt was succinct and involved reflecting over a passagewritten by a. I flex my fingers, my long purple nails scraping your chest."Patience, Harry, patience," I reply to your attempt at going faster, deeper, regaining control. It seems as if you are not one to relinquish control, but now that I have it, I'm not letting it go. I take my panties, which you had your hand in at the bar, and stuff them into your mouth. "Remember, back at the bar, when you asked what I did for a living? Well, I didn't exactly tell you the truth. I said I was a teller of stories, of. "Claire, what are you - Oh my god! Oh yes! Fuck me. Harder." I wasclimaxing. I grabbed a hold of the gate to steady myself. I envisionedsomeone totally naked, his wondrous penis moving in and out of mypussy. His big strong hands on my breasts, and his gorgeous eyesstaring into mine. "I love you," he whispered into my ear as he nuzzledmy neck, "more than I've ever loved any other woman." Any other woman?But I'm not- First I melted, then I exploded. "Oh my fucking mother ofGod! Yes!" I screamed. It was so good to feel him next to me as we went to sleep together. He was not only a a hunk, and a great lover, but he was my son, and he'd been in and come in all of my holes, and we'd done things I'd never done before, and my friends in the church would never forgive me for if they ever found out. Life had suddenly changed for the better.When we woke in the morning, we decided to go out for a run together. We met a few folk from the town out jogging, or walking their dogs and it made me.