The thought of it made here hotter than anything else could. Then she asked me if I would pretend to be her son. I agreed.She liked to play out differ...nt fantasy scenes with me. In one I would hypnotize her as part of a school project and then take advantage of my power over her. In one I would write a lot mother son fantasies that I would submit to incest magazines or to adult sites on the web… until she caught me. In some I would rape her or blackmail her into having sex. In some she would. The Arklet Army had an efficient day care system, so Verla was able to keep up with her supervisory work on the radar and communication front.We were able to appoint/promote a number of deserving and competent people to command positions in the ISDF, so Verla, Ansa, Hasup, and I had less and less to do in direct control of the fight on Inglet against the Bustols. Pretty soon, we Arklets could back off completely and let the Inglets handle their own defense.I was very proud of what we had been. Unfortunately, I was not able to witness round three a while later, as the stall next to Lance’s was occupied.The following Friday and Saturday, we kept up our weekly routine. On Friday, I was fortunate enough to view all three of Lance’s performances. The first two were standard, much as before, but the third consisted of a threesome. An older fat guy sat on the toilet, being sucked off by a younger guy, while Lance brought up the rearguard action. The finale was spectacular as the young man. But at that moment everything was settled by the ringing of the doorbell."Shit!" Danika snapped. "Who the hell is that?" I don't know," Fawn said. "But you'd better put on something over that sexy nightie before you answer it." Shit on them, I don't care," Danika said, half-stumbling toward the door. She opened it and saw Eric. "Well I'll be damned, if it isn't my own runaway husband. Hello, jerko, did you come back to get the rest of your socks?"Eric said nothing. He glanced over his wife's.