I looked at our new black friend and said I cannot let you.drive home drunk. You are staying with us. My sweetie never even noticed that he was walkin... with us.We arrived at our room. It had one King size bed. I helped undressed her while the black stud was in the bathroom. I made sure that she had no clothes on and slid her under the covers. She mentioned that she thought that somebody else was in the room with us. I told her not to worry that I was looking after her. I turned down the lights,. "He was wrong. I was not hungry for cock - I was starving for Mitch's cock. His long, thick, throbbing cock. His married cock. A cock that belonged to a man old enough to be my father. I never felt this way about my boyfriend's cock. It was wrong. All of it was wrong for so many reasons. And I was so turned on because of its extreme wrongness.This was dangerous territory. I had succumbed to my darkest urges and it tasted so sweet. It was like trying to quench a thirst with salt water,. Out on the street we started walking toward Victory Monument. Lauren was looking around at everything. Across the street was the place I was looking forward to visiting later, one of Bangkok's soapy massage parlors. Lauren saw it and asked, "Is that one of the places I read about where the massage is given nude and body-to-body?" Uh, yeah. I think so," I stammered out my reply. I must have not sounded convincing about my supposed lack of knowledge because Lauren looked up at me with a raised. Two months ago I had started taking the pill again, so there was absolutely nothing that would stop me from going all the way with my son when the time came. I was literally counting down the days until his next report cards. His grades improved all the time and the number of B’s steadily increased, but much to our dismay, there was never an A.It was really hard for me not to cave in and let my son have his way with me. Often I’d finger my pussy while I sucked him off, timing my orgasm to.