About twenty minutes later with the sweat pouring down her back and her legs, she heard the woman start to grunt like it was really getting to her as ...he pounded Linda’s pretty flanks with her device and spanked her ass cheeks with her heavy hands and the ruler that was sitting on the nightstand next to the bed.Actually, Linda was relieved when the husband finally woke up after his snooze on the sofa. He apologized and explained that he had worked a night shift the night before and was running. They looked so cute like that. They werent going at it like crazy, but rather just contentedly suckling away on one anothers manhood in peaceful bliss. I wanted to take a picture. I settled down on the bed and watched them for a little bit. I ran my fingernails along my husbands thigh and gazed lovingly at my son sucking his fathers cock. Evan paused and looked up at me with a satisfied grin. We missed you, Mom, he joked. Am I going to get to fuck your cunt again tonight? He was getting very. Then, just as quick as he inserted it, he pulled it out. ‘No baby, I’ll save that for another lesson.’ I sighed in genuine relief as he flipped me over so that I was once again lying flat on my back and still at his mercy. The fire between my legs grew to a boiling point when I looked at him. His gray-blue eyes were alight with passion, his bare chest (when had he taken off his shirt?)was hard and gleaming…My God, he was beautiful. And I loved him. That was my mistake. ‘So, you missing last. .. Absurd. I'm a nineteen year old man pretendingto be a twelve year old girl, wearing ballet tights, a stretchy leotardand a short denim skirt, not to mention make-up and nail polish...I close my eyes and take several deep breaths, reminding myself over andover that this IS my dream. This IS something I want, something I'vealways wanted... And yet I can't shake the feeling that my life isfundamentally... Wrong. Like I'm living a fantasy, and it can't last...I head upstairs and slowly,.