. oh... oh... !" Then I heard a guttural squeal and knew what it signified - the sound could almost be a recording of what I heard at the end of one o... my own masturbation sessions! My mother was having an orgasm.There was more moaning and then mother was again whispering, "Do you think she heard that?" Mom sounded scared.A short malicious laugh and my son answer, "No, she didn't hear that grandma."More silence with low moans before Robert asked, "Tonight grandma?"My mother did not even. I was in the church coffee shop with Cynthia getting a snack whenI happened to glance around and see Timothy swishing down the hallwaywith a group of girls. The way he walked and gestured--his entire bodylanguage--screamed effeminacy. He looked the very stereotype of ahomosexual. I turned to Cynthia. She had seen him as well. She looked asfrightened as I felt. I've since learned that he had started acting thisway about five or six years earlier." When did you give up on him?" When he made it. Firstly, I like to thank you all for your tremendous support by your emails. When I decided to write first. I was very much skeptic if people will read this. I know this will be lengthy in a novel kind of writing style, where one have to read 100 pages before seeing a nude boob in story .Contra to my expectation, there was good number of readers liked this story and wrote to my email with their feedback. I’m happy for those wrote to me. I responded to everyone. If I missed to reply to any of. After some heavy arguments and an emotional breakdown, Jennifer and Tim had finally gotten their issues out in the open, and the process of repairing their marriage had begun. To both their delight, the love they felt in the beginning came back in spades, and their bond became even more intimate than it ever was.When their mutual trust was earned back again, they had been revealing their innermost sexual fantasies and their sex life had never been better.Despite the fact that their marriage was.