"I just wish you hadn't found those damned pictures of me. It's amazing you haven't grown up a schizophrenic." "Who says I haven't?" I asked.She laugh...d lightly. "It would explain a lot."She got up and walked to the table lamp and turned it off. The only illumination came from the hall. She sat down next to me and took both of my hands in hers. "How do I reconcile this?" she asked. "Being in love with my own son?"I just sat there, swimming in the depths of her admission. "I don't think you. She only had the top to her black negligee on and no panties, which made a great contrast on her white skin and red hair. As I looked her over, I was hard in a second. We had never thought to take our two-year friendship into another direction as we often talked about movies, music, books, and in a teasing way, sex, yet we never acted upon anything. As I pulled a ready-rolled from my pocket, she looked up at me and said, "I need this," and reaching down to grab my bulge rising up from my. We left, driving home my husband said that she was a good fuck. He said that her was pussy tighter than mine. I said that we should do that again as I liked watching him fucking and pleasing other women. We did go back but this time we ran into an old 90 year old man, he was sitting there with a big tent in his pants. My husband said that now it was my turn. We went into his room and closed the door. He said I was pretty and that he was sorry for his boner. I pulled his shorts down and told. Footsteps headed towards the room and there he was. 6 foot 2, 200 points with jet black hair. Sounded like a dream but it wasn’t. His breath always smelled of Newport’s and he his nose looked like it was broken and never fixed. “ Oh my, you’re so hot, “ Evan told me as I finished putting my hair in a ponytail. I felt his hands on my butt and knew he was horny. He put his hairy hands into my underwear and felt how wet I was.“ Fuck yeah, “ he whispered thinking it was because of him. Grabbing me.