No more games. I made it a game, even though that wasn't what I meant for it to be. But no more games, for sure."Ryan breathed a short sigh of relief....But he wasn't sure what to do next. He had forgiven his mother, and she had said the games were done. But she was in his bed with him. He thought she was probably naked. And she was clutching him like she would never let go."Mom?" Yes, Sweetheart?" Um, what are we doing now?" I'm just holding you, Honey. I still want to talk, if that's O.K.". I buried that dick all the way in me. "Oh yeah, that's it. Take it all in." I stared into his eyes, smiled slightly and began to roll my belly. "OH GODDAMN" he screamed as he felt the muscles rub the head of his cock. I rode up and down on his cock. I reached behind me to play with those big balls as I shimmed and bounced up and down. I suddenly realized Prince's music was still playing. International Lover began to play and I fell onto his chest in time with the music, propped up on my. If the rumor is true, but the Captain and the Mmes. Hubbard do not want it public—yet—then the word must be put out to keep quiet, because those are their wishes. If he asked and they are thinking about it, a call for discretion is even more important, lest we screw it up for either side. If he asked and they said no, discretion is even more important, or a lot of people are going to be very embarrassed."The fourth case is that he never asked, in which case not only must the rumor be squelched,. Well we all know about Susan, but my other friend Sasha was a recent Russian émigré who was looking for an American husband. She would have no problem with that this summer. She was a six foot tall, blond Scandinavian beauty with a great body and an outgoing friendly personality. The other was Sandy my current bi-sexual lover who had short dark hair and a pair of boobs that would make any man salivates. I loved her dearly and we spent many a night making love to her in my husband’s cabin.