.... Shit!..... SHIT!*0)*0)*0)*0)*0)*0)*0)*0)*0)*0)There was a line in the British romcom we'd just seen, that variouscharacters would use when things...were really going wrong for them: "Howperfectly goddamn delightful it all is, to be sure..."While the picture had played this phrase for laughs---especially with theway Alan Rickman would drawl it---it registered. This pretty much summedup how I felt about my life these daysIt's not that my expectations about my Real Life Test were. "Oh Luke," I sighed pouring myself another drink "I shouldn't have let you do those things to me."Grinning Luke poured himself a large brandy then took hold of my free wrist, I tossed back my drink as he guided my hand down to the front of his trousers, he pressed my hand to his trousers and I felt the hard shape of his cock, hard and erect in the confines of his clothes. Gasping I looked at my son's face, he was smiling at me as he held my hand to his groin, the look in his eyes was desire and. That deeper within her dwelled the same fascination that gripped me.I knew she wanted to play. We just had to work out the rules... but without talking about it. Our play occurred by multiple approximations... a type of relationship Braille. So I wasn't surprised when she turned and ran inside, shouting over her shoulder in her mocking, sing-song voice, "Naa-naa, na-naa-naa!"I didn't hurry; I knew where she'd be. Walking upstairs and past my room, I turned the knob of the closed door to Jean's. With a smug, satisfied look on his face, Jason raised his hand for a high five to my hand not under my skirt as I passed him. Ahh, the insanity of youth! I'm not sure if anyone who hasn't taken a huge cock from an impatient teen up their dry pussy or had their pussy ruthlessly finger fucked by three large fingers driven to the knuckles, can know what I was feeling. There was real pain. At the same time there was very real excitement at having my pussy abused. There's always a time for slow,.