I felt like cursing God. I cried out loud, "God, why her? Why not take me?" I was like a raving lunatic with tears in his eyes. Nancy meant more to me...than you'll ever know.I thought about all that Nancy and I had been through since we had met. When I first met Nancy, I had already been through one failed marriage. I went through a rather debilitating depression following my "failure" and my "solution" was to drown my sorrows in alcohol. In spite of it all, somehow Nancy saw something in me. Then I looked into her eyes, and I realized I didn't have to worry. It was inevitable, and her eyes told me that the inevitable was also welcome.It was far from being my first kiss. It was, by far, the best I'd ever had or even imagined. Sharon responded, and not just with enthusiasm. It seemed as if something broke inside of each of us, and at the same moment. My tongue set out on a tentative expedition in search of hers. Her mouth opened wide in welcome. With typical adolescent inexperience,. Her mom had wrapped her legs around her son's thighs and with her hands on his ass was trying to keep his cock buried in her as deep as possible while she was wiggling her ass to maximize the sensations she was getting deep down in her cunt. "Oh baby I love having your cock inside me, I love fucking you, I love knowing my pussy is full of your sweet tasty semen. Oh this is the greatest.'James slowly recuperated raising his head from his mother's shoulder, first kissing her on the lips, then he. She hurried on, "I know it's wrong. I don't want to have them, but I do,and they just seem to get more erot.. - I mean powerful each time."She looked down at her hands. "I thought maybe if I talked to you aboutit, it would help. Maybe it's a bad idea." She started crying.Boy, did I feel bad! I stood up, walked over to her, and knelt down nextto her. "It's OK Aunt Josie. I'm sure there's any number of reasons youcould be having those dreams."She took my hand and held it in her lap. "You're so.