Her long blonde hair was a waterfall of softness and her hands were steady as she touched me during our second kiss. Her fingers were light and caress...ng, bringing me more pleasure than had she been making love to me with her whole body. I drank in her lushness, her giving, her generosity. I hurt so much inside for wanting to make her mine. My desire made me greedy and I started asking questions. I wanted to know her. I wanted to know everything about her. I wanted to flood my mind and soul. Tried pills and more, nothing works. She gives him a blow job and he just does not get hard. he offers her oral sex, she rejects. I just want a hard cock and man to fuck me. No tongue or sucking does this. That went on for 25years. I knew and so did my wife of her meeting men. At a fun raiser dinner I found her in the bathroom. Some guy she did not know was pumping her hard as he could go. When I spoke up, he said wait your turn I was second. I waited and got her cleaned up, panties back on.. “Holy shit! That’s my present? Melina is going to fuck me? If so, where? Will we do it on my bed, so as not to rub in your face? What about if either of us gets a wandering eye, Mom? I mean, neither of us is exactly the monogamous type, Mom. For that matter, what about if you want to fuck someone? Should I leave the room? How will we explain it to other people? Will they just think that I’m a ‘Mama’s Boy’?” Jason demanded to know, very overwhelmed by this kind of information. “Honey, do you. She had no idea how close it would become. This is an evening they all remembered for a long time.It was a couple of weeks later that the worst happened.It was 12 at night when John’s phone went off. He looked at the call and it was Cindy on the ICE line. He did not talk but listened. He did not like what he heard. There was a scream and then crying and voices, loud angry voices giving orders. John was up dressed and now looking at his computer. His software and phone could locate.