"Can you feel how wet I am?" she asked huskily. I could indeed feel moistness. "You’re responsible," she continued and pressed my hand harder into...her sex. "Finger me," she ordered. I could feel my prick growing thicker by the second and felt her thigh pressing against my growing bulge. Her hand moved between us and gripped me. That wasn’t helping. Fantasizing is one thing but this was definitely a no, no! Is being fucked by the boss’s wife grounds for dismissal I asked myself fleetingly.. .. PLEASE!”“Shut up and decide, Mother!”They both knew what her answer would be, but for different reasons. Kyle assumed that the threat of a severe whipping and being literally thrown into the street penniless would get him what he wanted.But while the whipping and homelessness were indeed excellent reasons to acquiesce, it was the guilt, the overwhelming and heart wrenching guilt which most ate at Maria. She simply could not stand to think that she was responsible for what Kyle had become - a. But maybe you’ll let me lick it. ‘Oh, oh shit.’ Lyn placed her hand over Ted s pressing it to her breast then pushed it down away from her breast. ‘Stop. I don t really think we should be doing this, Ted.’ ‘But Lyn, sweetheart, I want you so bad,’ he cajoled. His closeness and his persistent description of what he wanted seemed to fit the fantasy she had expressed to Carol the night of the party while getting porked. His hand was also persistent and even though he did not touch her breasts. The cool pale light of morning, that was what I liked. Me. I laythere, soft and tiny in bed, still scattered in a million pieces, asscattered as the memories I riffled through -- a game of baseball inthe hot sun; the Boardwalk by the ocean, her on my arm -- memoriesseized desperately, seized to tell myself I was not who, I was notwhat, my hands told me lay there in this bed, what my eyes saw when Iturned my head to the mirror. I reached for memories as hard, as tough,as ... male, as cartoon.