Everything, that is, except getting laid. The horny housewife knew that she did not have the nerve to pick up a man for sex. In fact, she was not even...sure that she would be willing to go all the way if she were the one that was picked up. As nervous as she was about having an affair, Laura was even more desperate to feel a man inside her once again and so she began to flirt with any man crossing her path whom she found attractive, believing that sooner or later one of them would make his move. The sensation of her mother closing around her fingers almost made her wet herself. She had a memory flash of some old black and white movie with a native caught by a giant clam. Tentatively she tried moving her fingers to be sure she could. Her mother moaned in response. Paul lightly pulled her hair and she remembered, her hand reached out and grabbed his dick, certain;y not the first cock she had touched but for sure the very first one wet from somebody else and not only that but wet from an. It was like someone was constantly watching me. Yesterday night was the worse…The feeling of “I’m not alone” in the room was overwhelming me. As I sat on the couch I found myself constantly checking over my shoulder. For what, I didn’t know. I had an impulsive desire to get out of the house. It was 9:46PM but like I could give a shit. So I went for a walk to the park across the street. The lights spread out a rotten yellow glow against the swings. I sat at the bottom of the plastic slide,. I turned around and pulled into the mostly full parking lot.I sat there wondering; still not knowing what my future held. Prior to my world being turned upside down I was happy in life. I was able to pay the bills and put food on the table and I thanked everyday that my wonderful, healthy kids were a part of it. What better definition of the meaning of life was there?Now that definition fell short. I, with the help of my stinky seed, held sway over those that tasted me. I apparently had a.