But I was shy. I'd dated over the four years, but not much--usually a one time affair to a big dance or a special party--not much more. Perhaps it was...that pentup frustration that had caused my fau paw in French class. Did I want more? You can darn well be that I did.But wanting and getting are two entirely different things. That's especially true of a late developer who is shy, not sure of himself, and rabidly fearful of rejection. It would take some doing to undo all of that. Well, not as. He was a little clumsy, but he played with a nipple and it felt pretty nice. His mouth sucked the other nipple. And I felt his hard cock – it was already hard again! – against my thigh. I could feel the beginnings of my orgasm. Toby slid up a little and kissed my lips. I kissed him back, and soon my arms were around him and we were French kissing like crazy. We must have kissed for two minutes. I have no idea where that came from. Well, maybe I do, I mean I love my son and I hadn’t had anything. We're all having fantasies about wriggling around on it naked like Tuesday got to. Tonight, although it's breaking our hearts, it's going to be best to keep it safely out of the basement. Bring in that shag rug instead.Wednesday has a penchant for the dramatic, and, while we've toned it down a few notches, we're still going to need to get into the basement before you do tonight to set a few things up. You guys will need to go into your kitchen at 8:30 tonight and stay there- all of you. ‘But by what? Or by whom?’ ________________________________ The light was fading, her eyes clearing, and she was aware of his presence beside her. She moved her hands, slowly, from her face, looked up into ancient eyes, almost blue, like a fall day before a first hesitant snow. Clear, yet not. Clouds, but not yet. The fury contained inside was gone now, latent, manifest, pyroclastic eyebrows arched, an old face lined with sedimentary strata – fragmented by eons, by time unimaginable. Wild.