My understanding is that you can’t make anyone do anything they don’t want to do ... but hell, maybe Mom did want me to be a teenager again, someo...e she could control, order around. Someone who listened to her, respected her.Not that I didn’t respect her, of course. But ... well, maybe Mom wanted to go back to a time when I was a kid, instead of a young professional, on the verge of moving out.On the verge of leaving her.Don’t get me wrong - I’d thought about how much it would hurt Mom, her. .. stop, right here, right now.”“No! I don't want to stop. Oh God, you must think I'm a slut or something.”Charlene laughed and kissed her forehead. “Then what would that make me?” Margie giggled like a teenager. “How do you feel right now?” Charlene asked, stroking her cheek.Margie smiled and rolled her eyes. “Unbelievable, I've never felt like this before, all warm and fluttery and .... Wet, all tingling, really, really good. And grateful you brought me to live with you”“You don’t have to be. She was the one who wanted to be shared. &hellip, When she first told me about it, she said it was very, very secret. I got a hot rush immediately. &hellip,That was just what my fantasy had been for a long time. My husband John had a friend Paul who I had sexual desires for. I had hot yearnings for him, for a long time. &hellip,Paul was single, and the kind of guy that made me hot just looking at him. He was tall, wavy hair and just plain handsome. I would just look at him and picture him. Steve watched the show with glee. As Sara drove nakedly through the city, they talked about the weekend they had shared.Steve said, "I don't recall a time when I've spent so much time with anyone just feeling good and loving. It's very special to spend almost three whole days, mostly naked, touching and feeling and hugging without any restrictions. It feels wonderful.'"Right. I seemed to have someone's hand on me somewhere almost all the time. Mostly just to touch — to be aware of a contact, of.