We often played a game where I would describe how I would play with my pussy, he could type whatever he wanted, and I would do what he said. I would e...en send him pictures, but he wasn't allowed to touch that throbbing cock. Not until I said so, he would beg and I would get to decide when he would finally get sweet release. After so many nights coming home and dipping my fingers in my wet pink hole I told him I needed more, I wanted to feel his cock in side of me, but more importantly I wanted. "What are we doing, we shouldn't be doing this!"She said as she clamped her legs together."Its a little bit late to be getting shy on me now."I said as I pulled her legs apart again."What about Marie?" She asked me again."If you don't tell her then I won't and she will never find out." I told her.I could tell by the token gesture she was offering that she wanted this as much as I did but wanted to show she was at least putting up some kind of pretense. As I moved up her body and pulled her. It's not the same." Yes, I know. I'm a single parent, too. My son is only 20."She asked him, "Well, if you have a daughter and came home and found her in bed with her best friend and an older man, what would you do? Then ask yourself what would you do if you knew, from the sex smell and wetness all over their bodies, that you they had been fucking each other for a long time! And then your daughter told you one of them has been fucking this older man most every night for months! What would you. She doesn’t need permission and doesn’t ask for it. I didn’t think I would like that, but I’m beginning to. I hate to wake her, so I decide to write a note instead and leave it on my pillow. As I’m writing the note I feel her move. I look over and she is shifting to lie on her back. Her face takes on a worried look and her eyes move rapidly beneath her lids. I can tell she’s dreaming. And from the way her mouth frowns it must not be a good one. The sheets fall off her legs and I see the scar..