So I found myself trawling through the adverts in the local newspapers. One advert caught my eye and made me smile. It was a rare occurrence. It read:...��Lodger required, male or female, rent £500pcm could be reduced for the right person! Tel:07254362534 to make an arrangement and speak to Laura or Jerry.”The exclamation mark at the end of the first sentence said it all to me, and it made me wonder what they meant by ‘right person.” Only one way to find out I thought, so I picked up the phone and. ..I want him all the time...how can I want my own son to make love to me...want my son in me...in me...?" "Look, I'd give anything to feel that way again...with anyone. You're both adults and you're in a situation that not everyone is going to understand – but they don't have to. It's for the two of you to work out. If it's what you both decide you want...hey, the whole world is looking for that kind of love...you found it at home." The encouragement I got from Jan was unexpected but welcome.. She had beenkneeling before him licking and sucking as she struggled to please her lover.At some point he decided to take control of the situation. Grabbing her chin inhis left hand and grasping her ponytail in his right he held her head in placeand thrust in and out to his own tempo. She had struggled to accommodate himtrying not to gag as he pumped into her throat with unrestrained enthusiasm. Hecame without the slightest warning and she couldn?t help but gag, heaving andspewing cum. I could feel it building feel the rise of heat in me, feel the driving rhythm of my hips hammering her cunt. I focussed on her, driving hard until I couldn't focus on anything at all but the heat in my cunt and the sound of Big Girl driving deep into her. For the first time, since Carolyn had left me, I knew I was lost, knew I was in over my head, knew I didn't care about anything except right now and the beautiful woman beneath me, fucking back will all the spirit and will in the world. I.