It takes a few days but we finally make arrangements and you came to my house, thankfully this gave me time to coach my mind and body to control its s...lf. I tell myself over and over, “Don’t let him touch you. If he touches you it is over, you know you won’t be able to resist. Don’t do it. He’s only in town for the week and then he will be walking out of your life again.” You came in and sat beside me on the couch. I squeeze into my corner of it trying to keep a safe distance between us. As if. His fingers played around but did not touch her clit, moving back and forth between the swollen lips of her fiery hot, dripping wet pussy, and as he made his way down her torso, his hands settled under her ass cheeks to lift her to his eager mouth for his first taste of her hot sweet juices. Gently he ran his tongue over the outside of her lips, up and down several times, and then slightly parting them as his tongue delved deeper on each stroke. He used his fingers to unsheathe and expose her. “I still want you. I want to bang you in your pussy mom, in numerous positions. My fantasies are going to become reality.” Travis decided. Jenny grinned, staring at her son’s eyes.“You know, I’m still wet for you. What do you say we clean off in the shower, both of us together?” Jenny asked. Travis raised an eyebrow, “should we bring our clothes to the bathroom?” He asked. Jenny shrugged, “it won’t matter, since we would be fucking around.” She replied. I like the idea. Let’s go.” Travis. I remembered the dream about Afghanistan and my wife. I looked out through the door and down the length of the camper. Then I looked at the other side of my king sized bed. Arti was sleeping comfortably, on her side, with her back to me, on the far side of the camper, in her own bed.I looked back at my bed. It was unlikely, I decided.Then I got a look at myself in the mirror. My face was a mix of greasepaint and mud. The rest was practically clean. It was clean but didn't smell so good. What.