Your," and he paused as if searching for the right word, and then added: "lonely. Neglected. Overlooked. Taken for granted. Ignored."We made eye conta...t. His word choice was exactly right. I truly did feel lonely; neglected; overlooked; taken for granted; and definitely ignored by Ronald! Duane had hit the very center of the target; the focal point of my womanly frustrations as a sexual person! That had been the crux of my daughters earlier admonishment!My pussy was sopping wet by now. I could. I looked back at Jeanette and was going to ask her what games she was talking about but she was already answering the door and letting more people in. I had a few options before me. I could wait until Jeanette was done answering the door and find out what games Jeanette had in store for the night. I could go around the room to see if they knew what was going to happen. I could pull Amanda aside and find out if she knew anything. Or I could just wait and find out what games Jeanette had in. From his older mails, I could trace the naked pictures of three more friends of my son. My hunch was right. Most of my son’s adult pals were too old to be his mother. My son seemed to be more interested in mature women, and if it was so; it was certainly a good sign.An idea struck me; I could also be an adult e-pal of my son. Only thing that I needed to start my virtual affair with my son, was a new mail-id with a pseudonym.I immediately opened a new page of the same web site and created a new. I was sitting on the side of my bed with my pillow over my naked cock when Carol came in and walked straight to me with her arms out.“Jack, you’re sitting up and they’ve already put a boot on you. You must be feeling better.”She kissed me and I’m sure it was for Doris’ benefit that we kissed like lovers.”“Jack, Doris wanted to come meet you before Donna comes over, since they came early.“Doris, come give Jack a hug. I’ve already told him he’d love your big titties,”“Carol, don’t embarrass me in.