I could hear her in the shower. I started to undress.The shower went off and I could hear Debby drying herself. I was pulling my pants off when she ca...e out of the bathroom. She was naked, her body glistening from the remaining moisture. She was still drying her hair as she walked to her closet. She pulled out a long, shapeless flannel nightgown and began to pull it over her head.Damn, but she still looked as good as the day we met. Average height, five-five. Great ass and legs. Narrow waist,. .I gently placed the ass end and began to massage the fake cock with my hand and as I did this, it was rubbing my clit with a slow and soothing crescendo, warming and wetting my cunt...All kinds of loving and fucking thoughts ran through my head about Mack, his delicious cock and all, every which way pleasing me and I him... I wanted his cock as far down my throat as I could take it, without gagging...His huge, bull balls being the final treat to suck on...I wanted to fuck Mack's asshole with. My son who was now in his teens and sexually aware became the focus of my sexual fantasies, mostly due to the fact I would lie and listen to him masturbate, then touch and smell his sheets where his semen was encrusted in places.I moved around the apartment in my undies, something, though unspoken, excited both of us, even letting him use the bathroom as I bathed or showered, soon being nude around him became normal, but inside I knew it was what I wanted, he sexually aroused me, and in return. I didn't plan to get as far as either of them.The buildings north of mine in the same black were all filled with shops of one kind or another. Most were one story and were struggling for survival. My favorite was the ice cream and sandwich shop. I didn't care for their sandwiches, but the ice cream was delicious. The Dog House and Kaplan's Barbecue Shack were both several blocks from downtown.The building which jumped out at me was the deserted railroad hotel of the forties. It was an old brick.