’ I didn’t say that the house wasn’t the only thing that needed a man’s touch. I hadn’t felt the touch of a man in almost two years and as I...now sat next to this young man, I felt something warm growing inside me. ‘Mrs. Fallon, I have some spare time right now, what if I came over, and fixed whatever you wanted.’ I told him I could sure use the help and would pay him for any work he did. He said we could talk about that later and went home to get his tools. Jimmy came over every day, first. FUCK ME DEEP, FILL ME WITH CUM SO MY HUSBAND CAN SEE." All the time, I was picturing Jerome's cock plunging deep into me and pumping his seed into my womb.Thursday night arrived. I was dressed in a white button front blouse and navy blue mini-skirt, nylons and 3 inch heels. Sexy, but not overboard for Bill to question. Of course, Bill wouldn't know I was not wearing panties or a bra.Bill came in from work and I asked him if he could make his own supper as I was running late and would grab. It was a slow song and we were dancing so close together that my mum’s breast was rubbing into my chest. I pressed harder into her and noticed that her breathing was getting shallow and her nipples were getting harder. Aaron was already on the sofa with Anna where he was introducing her to the fine art of kissing. From the way she was moaning, I could surmise that Aaron really knew what he was doing. I looked at mum in the eye and slowly placed my mouth on hers. My arms went around her and I. Utter, self-denying bliss.So I read the nice letters for almost three hours (or it seemed like it, anyway). A particular story (I don't recall exactly what happened in it) involved someone spying on a couple in a library - how appropriate, I remember thinking - but stuff like that never happens to me.But as I sat there pulsing and resisting the urge to pet my prod, I was struck by a moment of inspiration. Taking the mildest of the letters mags (that I'd just finished), it occurred to me - well,.