The next time I became aware of my surroundings was when Miss. Hanson gently shook my shoulder and said, "Thad, we need to move on. Please touch Megan...in other areas."I could feel the intense blush covering my face as I nodded my response. As my hand drifted lower from her neck to her upper chest area, I heard Sally Rodgers say, "Miss. Hanson, I don't know how much more aroused you want Megan to become. She's doing a pretty good imitation of Niagara Falls right now and if her nipples get any. Then, to my surprise, 10-15 minutes later. Three other dogs entered the yard. They seemed to be Max’s friends. They all played and sniffed each other. I took inventory, a German Shepherd, a Boxer mix, and the other was a mutt of some kind. All of them no smaller than 75 lbs. And luckily for me, I think, all males. My asshole started to twitch again. Four dogs. And I figured if they were Max’s friends. He more than likely had them trained too. Was his barking his way of saying, “Come on over. " I know," I laughed "but I'm a mother and it's my job to nag."He laughed with me then turned to get ready for bed, I bade him goodnight and headed off to get myself a hot chocolate before retiring myself."You know what they say about chocolate," Paul grinned as I was leaving "it's a substitute for sex."I nearly stumbled at his words; my 'Lover Boy' had ribbed me with that very phrase ever since he'd learnt of my love for hot chocolate. Now here was my own son using the same words, exactly the. Please. Please just crawl into bed and do anything, she thought. Even if it were just to feel a warm body next to her, it would be enough. He stood. His breath ragged and tortured. She bit her lip when his suit jacket was slipped off and placed on her dress. In slow motion, he rolled up the sleeves of his custom made shirt. His silk tie was loosened and discarded. She imagined it drifting like a feather to the ground. This was a dream. An achingly beautiful dream. Her tongue came out and then.