.. wow ... you really turned me on with that kind of talk! Are you ... asking for some kind of hall pass or just forgiveness, because I could give you...either one ... or both. I just want to know more about your adventures. I want updates.“I might even want to watch! I freely forgive you, anyway. I’m so horny that I’d ask for a hall pass ... if I thought that I had a shot with these women out here where I am. They’re all married moms, most of them Karen types as old as Mom, and a lot of them are. As the candles flickered on the nightstand and the dull light from the shoji lamp on her dresser cast shadows accentuating every muscular definition, every smooth curve, the realization that it was actually happening hit both of them. This night was earned, it was right, it was perfect.She wasn’t a dancer but she could be. She was tall and had strong, muscular legs and a healthy figure that showed her voluptuous curves. But even with the curves, she still managed to maintain the overall look. At one point, her friend had enough of the shelters and left suddenly,she asked her to join her and just trust anyplace is better. She was notfeeling well emotionally due to the games of shelter and yet knew whatit meant if she leave prematurely. So, she stayed. The friend left.For two days, at nights in the shelter, she cried with a blanket overher head so that the bullies would not torment her farther. Also,hearing the comments "Where's ....," the name of the friend who left. Atone point, she. The though of having sex with her own son was in her mind, but quickly dismissed as a shameful thought.That night at the supper table neither one could look the other in the eye as they ate. After Karen went to her room and tried to sleep early, but the fire in her loans had to be quenched once again with her fingers before sleep would come. Little did she know that in his room across from her, Kurt was once again squirting to the thought of his mom having seen his cock. Sure for a while he was.