About time to slow him down. She didn't have long, so she got busy taking off her clothes. She dropped her shorts, thankful for the elastic waistband,...dropped her plain old cotton panties on top of them, quickly unbuttoned her blouse and stripped off her bra. She thought about removing her white ankle-length socks, but decided to leave them on. She walked over to the couch closest to the hall doorway and struck what she hoped was a languid pose over the corner with her bare butt pointing toward. I assumed they were kissing and probably groping a bit in the entryway. I found myself strangely undisturbed by this thought. In fact, I found it arousing.When they rounded the corner, Lynn excused herself saying she would get us some drinks. She walked away from Ben as I got up and walked toward him. Lynn didn't leave the room, though. We'd worked out the script for welcoming Ben and Lynn had no intention of missing the greeting.I walked up to Ben. He reached out his hand as if we were going. " (((You do love Sheri and always will, but from this moment on, you love her only as a friend. You no longer crave her sexually, or any other female for that matter. Go home and dream of boys. You will wake up tomorrow morning feeling horny and ready for a good old fashion fucking.)))"Tricia nodded her head."Oh... ah... is there any one particular boy that you like?" I liked David Starsky before I fell for Sheri," Tricia responded without hesitation.Colt remembered that he was one of the. I thought that maybe she'd need the alcohol to let go. I decided to sit there a few minutes and let her finish her drink. Mom sat at the edge of her bed, legs every so slightly spread, and up so only her toes touched the floor. I sat in a wing chair pretty much facing her. We chatted. I asked about her new under garment. "Thank you for noticing. Do you like it?"I think I blushed when I muttered, "Oh yeah, it looks great. I like the satin and lace." This time I think she blushed and then took.