Think for a minute. I don't want to be a bitch. Buta woman has needs that you can't perform anymore. I don't want to sneakaround. I don't want to have...you wondering when you clean my underwearif someone else has been there. So I'm asking that we be grown ups here.That we honor each other's needs."Jamie was quiet for a long time. Finally, she nodded."You make sense," she said. "I guess you always do. It isn't fair of meto sleep with men and ask that you don't. So I'll let you cuckold me. Iask. I carefully observed this when visiting friends and watched them interact with their mother. It was nothing like my mom and me. I was torn between the two conflicting emotions that raged in my young head and crotch. The head wanted to attempt reason and rationalize what was ging on and my crotch just wanted the physical gratification. I had no one that I dare confide these thoughts to. The word i****t had entered my lexicon and the dictionary definition stated quite clealy that it was a bad. . three joints of some far-out shit from Bill!!!" Well what are you waiting for, light it up before Bobby comes home. You know how he gets when he's all stoned."As Greg and Peter were getting high, Marsha and Cindy came walking through the front door. "I told you Cindy that it's going to hurt a little bit the first time, but look how much money you made."I know, but don't you think Sam's a bit too old?!?... and what would Alice say if she finds out?!?Oh... don't worry about it. Hey, let's go. For the first time, I felt her hot breath against my manhood through the thin material. My head fell back with a sigh at the sensation, desperate for more. The tip of her tongue brought me back to my senses as she lapped infuriatingly at my head, where a damp spot had formed. I felt her moan, through the sensitive underside of my cock. Of course, she giggled when I felt the need to groan my appreciation. I twitched again. The palm of her hand pressed against my shaft, sliding along my length,.