Ijust felt so wonderful around this enigmatic man, the lines between maleand female in my mind were beginning to blur."Just as I was drifting a waiter...brought a bottle of Champagne to thetable and popped the cork. He poured two glasses for us, and freshenedHobart's drink with the bottle of Scotch he brought along. We sipped ourdrinks and made small talk for a few minutes and just enjoyed beingwomen. I began to feel a bit light headed, and I looked over at Edithwho looked like she was drunk. As. I grew up believing the lies that my mother sold me - about marriage and love and that that being enough to make happiness. Not once did she disclose the heat of being horny as you grew older while your husband barely looked at you any longer. And when he did, it was for his selfish need to get off and not to give pleasure. Was my mother happy in her marriage, was love and marriage enough?My husband is home so rarely now, my son having free reign to my body and I love my life like I never did. His anger came again, and he quickly sat erect."WHAT?! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU, WHINER!"But when he looked at his guest, he was startled. She was indeed crying softly. Her eyes were moist with tears. Slowly his anger faded away, replaced by regret that he had just yelled at her."Forgive me..." was all he could say.Both of them were silent for while, until she spoke up with her choked small voice. "You ... hate me..."Atrus was stunned with her words. He didn't argue. He had hated her all. So we went to the pond and washed our bodies and back on the shore he did the worst blow I ever had, it was like he was munching on my cock so I had to teach him how. “use less teeth and more tongue” When I was ready for the next stage of plunging my cock deep in his sweet ass, I saw an old man appear behind the bushes on the other side of the pond cursing and ahouting, calling us “sons of devil” so we had to move quick. We quickly dissappeared in the bushes and after that day the boy didnt.