’ That exchange, though, had no effect on our chats. There’s a funny thing about online relationships. Some people use the anonymity of the intern...t to blur the line between reality and fantasy, pretending to be the person they aren’t, or the person they want to be. For me the opposite was true — the anonymity gave me a chance to take off my suit and tie, as it were, and be myself rather than a chameleon. And she told me about herself — her work, her neighborhood. Just like in the physical. Well, here we are on a mattress naked with this heavy bag of muscle on top of me. I tried to picture who that jackass was from the gym and why my spotter walked away.I soon drifted back to sleep again.Sometime later, I felt some movement and it was the guy on the mattress with me, who was now caressing my asshole, with a finger inside my hole. So I started to wiggle and squirm, then the big arm draped over my shoulder started to tighten around my neck. I was put in a headlock, so I stopped. She was five feet, six inches. Her frame was thin but not painfully so. Her skin had the delectable glow of both youth and good health, a look that most women would pay anything to have. Her tresses swung carelessly down in a cascading torrent of honey-hued resplendence. Her breasts that started sprouting the previous year when her parents agreed to let her take hormones suddenly seemed prominent to her. This was the first time she had ever felt curvaceous.Shawn looked into her smiling face as. This is all stuff I’ve read about, and haven’t had a chance to try until now, with you, my voluptuous daughter-in-law. We’re a perfect match for this. You like to be eaten, sucked, and swallowed as much as I love doing it.”We cuddled for the next hour, intermittently kissing and him suckling my breasts. And fortunately, my breasts had recharged enough to feed the baby when he woke up, ending the first of what would be many sexual encounters with Dad.I fed the baby while Tom went out to sit on.