“Yeah?”“Well, I’ve been thinking and… our cybersex sessions aren’t just doing it for me.”I snorted. “Me neither. I wish I was with you...”“But we both know you can’t simply hitch a plane to South Africa.” He took a deep breath and I could see his abdomen rise and fall in the camera. “Why don’t we just switch to an open relationship? I was against the idea before but, well, I kind of like it now.”I smiled. “Who is it?”“Uuuurm, it’s a girl,” Dave said, stroking his hair shyly. It was creepy how I. . mine. Never, not ever, would she feel alone. I’d always be there for her, and hell, I was a strong woman; if I could fill the role of a mother, I could damn well fill the role of a father too. What was there to it? Teach your kid how to throw a ball? Talk about how shitty boys were? Teach her how to change a tire?I could do all that.I didn’t need a man.But I wanted one. I wanted Wes.He just wasn’t mine anymore.Sometimes I’d lie awake at night, staring up at the ceiling, wondering if he. Then it came his velvet tongue lovingly lapped at my core my back arched my hands twisting in his hair my breath escaping me as he licked and sucked and delved in and out I could feel my pleasure mounting he pressed his fingers deep inside me one then two all the while his tounge playing me like a well tuned instrumant I wanted more so much more I needed more. I wnated to taste of him too, I somehow managed to get him to come up to me and I then began my own exploration of his exquisite body my. She had a hand under her short skirt. Charles had taken his cock out of his pants and was casually stroking it. I had seen them both masturbate before when "The Talk" had last been done. Mom looked at me then and said, "We haven't watched this in years Honey. I see you are already into it, she added with a twinkle in her eye. She watched my hand going up on that paler version of the one on the screen.I looked back to the screen and saw my Mom removing the clothes from her 18 year old body. .