“I must have him. I must have him in me.” mantra keeps looping in my mind. My son is sleeping in the room right next to mine. If I listen carefull..., I can literally hear him breathing in his sleep. Even the sound of his breathing is enough to make my fingers dive into my wet pussy. I often don’t even wear underwear, hoping that he would just lift up my skirt and ram his dick in to my pussy. All this lust, all these emotions for him driving me crazy. I can’t go on like this. What should I do?’ I. I couldn't fucking stop looking.Amanda looked at me and giggled."I thought you were leaving," she said."Jesus. I'm sorry. I feel like a fucking creep," I finally said.She giggled again."I'm not worried. I'm sure you've seen it before," she said."Well yeah, but Christ, not that looks like you," I said.And I felt like a total fucking creep.She looked at me."Is that a good thing?" she said."Well yes. It's definitely a good thing," I finally said.She smiled.Amanda untied the first skate. She pulled. Things started to get hot and heavy. We made it to my room without breaking the kiss. I pulled off her shirt and I swear her breast had to be DDs. I ripped Her bra off and started sucking and biting her nipples. "ohh" she moaned. I flicked my tong up and down her left nipple while I rubbed her right breast occasionally twistingher nipple. "oh ya" she moaned putting her hand on the back of my head pushing it harder against her breast. I pulled my head away from her breast. I kissed down her body. He was a tall, heavily-built man, about 45 years old and well-dressed."It sure is!" I said. "Thanks for stopping."He didn't bother to introduce himself, and neither did I. He asked where I as headed and when I told him, he said that dropping me off at my home would take him just a few miles out of his way. He explained that he was a travelling salesman and made a trip through this part of the state about every two weeks. Following an awkward silence, he offered me a hip flask he'd been holding.