He brushed aside the urge to tap on the door to let Marion know he was home. 'The light will be on', he said to himself. 'If she wants another poke al... she has to do is come into my room'. Bruce turned the bedside lamp on, positioned a chair in the centre of the room, stripped except for a dressing gown and waited. He heard the shower go off, heard the light go off and heard the approaching shuffle of her slippers. 'Would she come in?' was the question he asked.Marion was rather slow. She had. A soft moan slips from my lips and I giggle, my face flushing pink. She giggles too and soon we are both laughing. We have both finished so I decide to clear up. She passes things to me and a shiver runs up my spine as she 'accidentally' brushes her hand against mine, letting it linger for just a second long enough for me to know that it's purposeful. I start to do the washing up and she leans against the side. "So tell me what is Johnny like?" she asks. I laugh and smile, like I do every time. By this time I had lost my nerve to approach it directly and hoped it went away. Helen suggested that Nadine, she and I go out to dinner the following Friday and she chose a restaurant which had some "life" to it. In other words some music and dancing along with a very nice dinner. Since we're all on expense accounts, it's not hard to pass anything off as a work related expense. It's a very nice place in Tampa and is frequented by some names quite recognizable, particularly in the sports. A smile rose to Aarti's lips when she saw his hands were down his boxers. Her son was masturbating in his sleep. Thinking of whom? she wondered. She was pretty sure her son's dreams featured lewd images of his dear mother.She felt the familiar warmth rising up in her again... No, it was too risky. But then... she bit her lips, in the midst of two conflicting choices. Eventually, her lust won out, and she wordlessly entered her son's room, closing the door gently behind her.The soft slithering.