There isn’t much she wouldn’t do for me. She likes it when I read her erotic stories while we are in bed. Recently, I have been reading her storie... about wives who fuck other men and force their husbands to watch.She found it rather exciting, so I decided it would be fun to get her hot, while suggesting those stories were about us. These stories have involved her dressing sexy and us going to a bar, pretending not to know each other, and then her meeting a man. Then one thing leads to another,. I wish someone would kill me. She is beautiful. Not only that, she seems to be happy without me. There just is no hope for me. I called your mother. She spoke to me, but hung up just as soon as she could. Son, I should have stayed in Texas. At least I had a dream that things would get better and all of my problems would go away." Dad, Sandy is going to let you see the kids isn't she?" Yeah." Well, make that enough for awhile. I admit right now it doesn't seem as if you have much going for you.. Legally to say, we started becoming comfortable. We exchanged cell phone number and everyday used to wish each other good morning and good night.Days passed by and personal question became more often. Her first personal question was “Do you have a girlfriend?” to which my answer was negative. I used to ask more general question “What is your biggest guilt in your life?” to which she always used to be silent. I respecting her thoughts never forced her.We all planned out a movie together, me and. The sight of Sam’s muscular upper body sent a signal directly between my legs.The thought of him being my son was just an afterthought…shit, I thought…have to be depraved as my anxiety built as he unbuckled his pants.His cock popped out as he stretched his jeans down past his hips…it slapped against his hard abdomen.Sara’s expression appeared to be one of greed…she reached out and grabbed the base of his cock. Her hand barely covered half.Another pang of jealousy, this one much stronger, but.