Scott's finger was driving her crazy as he thoroughly investigated her back-passage. He wriggled and twisted it, using the ball of his finger to scrub...her tender, satiny walls."Does that feel good, Mom?" he asked gleefully, pumping his hot, greasy finger in and out of her tight pink pucker."Ouuuuu! Ouuuuuu! Ouuuuuu!" Judy wailed, wagging her ass at the long, plunging finger. His finger was stretching her tight ring, frictioning the sphincter and building up a fire that felt wonderful. She knew. Now, darn it, that is definitely a soft pair of lips on your lips. Go ahead….open your eyes for just a second to confirm that there’s nobody there. Close your eyes and open your mouth so the tongue that treated your ear and neck can flit inside. Now touch the tongue with your own tongue. It’s OK to gently suck on it. Now follow the other tongue into the spirit’s mouth. It has to be a spirit because there’s nobody there.Feel the gentle suction on your tongue? Now you need to retract your tongue. 9% a good man, a good husband. It was in the past, nothing to worry about.Until today.Don went ahead and married Cheryl. We stayed phone buddies (and then Facebook friends) but never served together so our paths only crossed a few times. Cheryl and Maggie became lifelong friends so Don would update me every now and then. But, it was like, that was just someone I used to know.Until today.The guilt crashed over me and threatened to drown me. Guilt for teasing and hurting Maggie. Guilt for not. You must have gotten hard for you shifted around under the towel. “Sit up” I said to you. You did so dangling your legs over the table. I massage your shoulders from the back getting deep under your shoulder blades. You hang your head and moan.. “That’s good.” I smile and move down your back. Lightly dragging my nails across your back, you shudder. I give you chills. As I walk around to your front I work my fingers on your pecs. Your hands slip under my skirt again as I work my magic. Right.