” The redness on her face faded and she smiled. “No, Mike,” she said, “I agree with you. Sex should never be, wham bang, thank you ma-am. It s...ould be slow and sensual with plenty of foreplay.” She blushed again then smiled and added. “Well that's how I like it anyway.” She went on to tell me that she spent a lot of time on her computer, playing games, surfing the web or writing emails, but she'd never thought to look for stories. “I'll have a look at the site and let you know what I think.. Married men were being left wifeless,families daughterless, single men ecstatic by the depravedgoings-on at the sprawling whorehouse. Good-hearted,god-fearing womenfolk would enter the brothel on amission of mercy and never leave, turned on to thepowerful pleasures of the flesh by the devious Madam ofthe house, Lurlene ‘Chesty’ Laflemme.By hypnosis or potion, or some other means unknown,Chesty would transform the modest little ladies of theprairies into sex-craved she-devils that no one man. .. I thought I might be able to climb down to help you. But before I could do anything else I started to fall as well to.Looking at him straight in the eyes now. She could see that he wasn't looking at her eyes at all now. In stead she new what Lion-o was looking at and it was her huge 34 DD breast she had in the tight orange suit she was wearing.Lion-o she said in a loud tone. He didn't answer her the first time. She called his name or the second time either. But the third time she called his. She wished she had been able to finish the report that she had been working on at the office. She remembered her kiss with Jake, snuggling, and then leaving him asleep on the couch. She recalled lying alone in bed, desiring to be with him but worried that Jake would find the idea of snuggling with his mother repulsive. She had a flash of insight into how population migration trends would favor large farming corporations in the South. She remembered the way it felt when Jake kissed her.Jake was.