And he didn’t get any better after I gave birth.So, now it’s been nine years with just me and my son. He’s a really good kid and he’s growing...like a weed. He’s already 5”8”, two inches taller than me, and I can’t keep him in shoes as he outgrows them in what seems likes weeks. I can’t help but wonder if it’s true what they say (whoever “they” is) about a man having big feet meaning they have a big member. I shouldn’t be thinking about those kinds of things with my son, but I’m a lonely. Clearly they are back on again. She continues, “Imagine you’re fucking me hard from behind, your balls slapping my bum. Mmmm baby, I’m getting wet just thinking about you.”This is all so surreal, what do I do? Should I go in and stop her, or just stay listening. I decide the latter.“I’ve got my hands inside my knickers, Tom, I’m so wet, baby. Wish your tongue was licking my clit.”I wondered if it was true, I needed to find out, so on tip toes I moved to the lounge door which was very slightly. I was pretty sure she was giving me a come on, though.The last Friday came, and Katie arrived wearing her usual jeans. “Too bad”, I thought, “it must have been all in your head, after all, she’s got a boyfriend, and you are old enough to be her d*d”. She did have a bag with her, though, and went straight to the ladies as soon as she arrived. She emerged a few minutes later dressed in a black skirt just above the knee, black tights, a white blouse and low heeled shoes. There was silence in the. I could have reported it. I should have reported it. But I was just too embarrassed. Because I didn't report it things got out of hand. Now it keeps getting worse. He knows that I didn't tell you or the police and he thinks he can hold that over me."I looked at him for a minute and he just stared at me. I had to ask, I couldn't stand the suspense any longer, "Please Sean, tell me what you're thinking!"He shook his head for a second and then he said, "God, Myra! Why didn't you tell me?! I could.