But Friday finally came and itwas time to go to our friends houses. Mom told us to have fun and thenasked Cindy if she would drop me off at Peters hou...e on her way. Thiscouldn't have gone any better so far. We both had our bags packed, I hadone and Cindy had two because she had stuff for me too. We went over toBrenda's and Melody was already there. Melody then told me that she hadjust filled the bath upstairs and that I should go and soak in the tuband she would be up soon to help me. I didn't. I made my way over to where Dave was standing and noticed that he was looking at an “amateur” tape. “I really prefer that ‘non-Hollywood’ version – you know the ones where not everyone has the perfect build or their hair is shellacked into place. You know – more like real life. That really gets me going…” he said as his voice drifted off as his thoughts took over.I thought it was funny coming from a guy who I would describe as having a perfect build, but maybe he didn’t see himself that way. I. They looked intently up the staircase where from above came the echoing sounds of thumps and bangs and whimpers. Two of the women were smoking rolled-up cigarettes and were actually more trim and muscular than the men. They were all smeared with dirt, sweat and grease. The effort involved in rioting in Mayfair had clearly been strenuous. The already overstretched and scaled down police force had quite simply not been up to the job of containing the thousands of rioters rampaging through not. She had indeed confessed her incestuous desires to Tim one night, and it had turned him on immensely and they fucked like rabbits for the rest of the night.But of all the fantasies she had, this surely had to be the one she expected least to ever happen. After all, what are the odds of a woman having sexual desires for her son, AND her husband respecting that, AND her son being willing, all at once.Yet here he was, her son. Lying on her marriage bed, completely naked lying in a position he had.