It seemed I thought about sex all the time. During the days John, a neighbor, would sometimes come over for a blowjob, I would look at some of the men... magazines Michael would bring home, and eagerly wait for him to come home from work so we could get into bed and I could turn us on with my wide array of fantasies and fuck our brains out. This often happened before we ate dinner. I sometimes thought Michael would rather eat my ass and cunt than my cooking. I did love his cock so, but then. ”“Anything else?”Her fingers fumbled with his zipper. “Well, you can maybe give some serious thought to the future regarding Jason. He and I are going to get very close over this next while and he’s going to be the father of my child.”Her hand clasped his erection and drew it of his pants. It was sticky with precum. “You… you mean this could be a long-term thing… you and Jason?”She ran her thumb over the tip of his cock. “He’s a good fuck, darling,” she told him. “Men like him don’t come around. Now I was scared it was 3 a.m. in the morning, I lived in a very rural area, where the police where at least 20 minutes from me. Had I been smart instead of thinking I was invincible I would have called the cops on my cell and they would have been on their way. But not I, my first instinct was to grab a ball bat and take it on myself, now I knew how dumb I had been. Well nothing I could do now but approach and threaten to beat the living hell out of this guy in my kitchen. I rounded the corner. “I’m pretty sure that is the fastest he has ever run in his life,” Taylor thought to himself.Taylor took a couple of steps away from the huddle, at the twenty-two-yard line, and toward the approaching replacement player who was coming in with the coaches’ next play. The only problem was ‘Slim’ was having trouble trying to catch his breath from the simple jog out.“Okay, hang on a sec and catch your breath,” Taylor suggested as they waited for Slim’s huffing and puffing, but he still could not.