As she opened the door the sight that greeted her was of a very fit, tall, good looking young man, his dark hair fell slightly forward as he stepped t...rough the door.Frankie had to pull herself together this was her friend’s son. “Come in Reece, would you like a coffee” she finally managed to say.“No it’s ok Frankie, I will just get on with what you need looking at” he replied.Frankie had to take deep breathes as what she really wanted to say was “fuck the electrics, just look at me! I need. Claire just couldn't get enough. I'd wake in the morning because she was sliding her pussy over my morning boner.That first year we continued to fuck every day. I hate to say it, but sometime in the second year I began to get tired of fucking her. Neither of us had any experience; we just were doing the same old missionary position over and over. Along about the time we won the trip to Las Vegas, Claire had decided we should try some other things. It's kind of embarrassing to admit, but she is. In profile, her out-thrust tits gave my prick twinges.I didn't get much sleep. I guess you could say I was up all night. Annie's twin bed was small for a couple. Every time Inga rubbed against me I got an erection and every time I got an erection she'd slide up close or climb on top. We must have coupled, not really actively fucking, four or five times. Every time, she'd shake and bake, then collapse satisfied. Good thing her mother had given me permission to do whatever it took - I think. "You don't need to at all," I told him."No, I do," he explained, "I wanted to find out more about you, to try to understand better."Greg continued. "The more I looked and read, the more I was fascinated and turned on."I was stunned at this revelation."It's not all about sex and porn, though," I explained."I know there are great resource sites that were very helpful to me," he told me."Great, thanks for doing that," I told him."I have questions, though, is that okay?" Greg asked."Yes, ask me.